[Hook:Ma**pike Miles]
(Statik) If they want it they can come and get me
(Statik) Swear I love my city, I just wanna live
(Statik) See me, they salute me, they ain't ready fo' me
(Statik) B verse everybody
[Verse 1:Termanology]
An eiff of a dollar verse, every once of this Freddy
Come, I stand in the streets all along with this heavy gun on my belly
So I rep for the hood so hard, I swear they need a statue of me
N' I be for these murder ma** streets and holy matrimony
[Verse 2:Reks]
Mess is capital versus any who showed the Bost' to get decapitated
By f*ggot vaded why most of y'all made it
Labeled the greatest, rated the wolf alone and upper echelon
King underground wearing the crown
[Verse 3:Ea$y Money]
Easy, true to this music, you new n***as clueless
We sticking to the same script, we just new and improve it
Show off, do it for real, I do it to do it
My crew full of shooters, they chew with the roogas
Shoot em into you'z
[Verse 4:JFK]
A title man, Tommy with that title me
Claim you're the champ but can't set a screen
Warming around of the drum and the bomb
And the vroom and the martyr
The fire the burn the bugger the lighter
The time of your life
Yeah, we k** em everyday
[Hook]
[Verse 5:Smoke Bulga]
Cause in my city I'm a dime and ya jelly
I'm Makaveli, I'm riding in a Chevy
Witha dezy loaded with bullets from my brotha belly
The bombs went off at the marathon
But the city's all Zack's, big papi
That's for everybody
[Verse 6:Chilla Jones]
I stark a n***a's gla** jaws, wish you mazel tov
I keep the fire bottled up like a Molotov
I got it, Sharp! These n***as remind me of New Years Eve
Times Square, how they dropped a bomb
[Verse 7:Dutch Rebelle]
Been around the greezy types, f** a busta n***a tryna moisturize my paint
Cause this sh** be like a lusting n***a by a tons of gheisha buns
Greased up in the gutter, go harder, the songs of Fathers
Like Sparta, my own armada
[Verse 8:MillyZ]
This life time f** me up like Aaliah movie
Selling fishscales, swimming in a sea of groupies
Local rapper mad, that's cause he a groupie
'Bout to rape the rap game, I don't need a groupie
[Hook]
[Verse 9:Slaine]
Anything is possible and every thought is like a loaded weapon
Every emotion is a bullet spitting with no direction
Sip from the chalice, gold in my nurse, a throat infection
Fist full of malice, holding the knowledge
My row is destined to slippery slope
Open door to the cold deception
Used to strip me of hope, now I know the lesson
Black gloves, black mask, go and get the shotty
It's me and you, but now it's us against everybody
[Verse 10:Sammy Adams]
In the city, they never love you unless you're paying your dues
I could finish my thank you letters and these I.O.U.s
From broke vans to buses, precautions that leaves concussions
It's Boston's Boy, I don't need an introduction
Sammy
[Verse 11:Esoteric]
Some will stand, some will kneel, some will snip or cross
Stumble field, looking for that drug and trouble funky field
Now work the deal, in terms of weapon now my work is still
ES to all my fictional cats, give you something real
[Verse 12:Edo G]
If you settle, it's the berries, sons
Say yo Hail Marry - Done!
We on the heavy run, it's Boston verses Everyone
Other cities don't deserve the respect
Industry musta padderd yo check
Boston, Lawtown, Edo G and Statik sing that
[Hook]