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letra de summer of cane - young ja

[chorus: young ja]
b-tch hit my brother, your mother die
n-ggas ain’t playin’, it’s homicide
hundred round drum, we gon’ let it fly
came with my dog, we can’t let this slide
dissin’ my brother, the summer done
summer of cane goin’ number one
dissin’ my brother, the summer done
summer of cane goin’ number one

[verse 1: young ja]
n-gga keep callin’ the truce sh-t
n-gga you dummy, you stupid
we sendin’ them shots, we root sh-t
my n-ggas get mad, they get ruthless
it was a set-up, you next up
hit everywhere from your neck up
didn’t tell my dog, man that’s f-cked up
kenya, he know we don’t check up
look around all of them trigger spots
don’t wanna see news when these bodies drop
f-ck all you n-ggas from other sides
they tell my brother it’s time to slide
they k!llin’ for me, shootin’ for mike
n-gga you should’ve thought twice
play with the gang, score on my bro
n-gga you losin’ your life
oh you thought you was gon’ get away?
n-gga we knockin’ like 808’s
we find the shooter, he die today
we pullin’ up where your mama stay
all of them b-tches, they gettin’ shot
all of the k!llers, they spinnin’ blocks
n-gga sneak dissin’, we hit his top
all of them n-ggas, they gettin’ got, yeah

[pre-chorus: young ja]
last time i was with my n-gga we was ballin’
now i gotta see him laid up in that coffin
late night, i got that call, i almost lost it
now we lurkin’, spinnin’ blocks, we tryna pause sh-t

[verse 2: juelz santana]
d-mn, this sh-t is really ugly
they took my n-gga country
they took my n-gga from me
now all the k!llers hungry
they lookin’ to eat
they ain’t lookin’ for peace
they treat this sh-t like halal
when it’s beef they cook in the streets
summer of cane, we gotta keep this sh-t runnin’ for sure
we took a big loss, now it’s just time to run up the score
they took my brother, will never sleep
’til them n-ggas layin’ forever deep
and you know we put that on everything
my n-ggas slidin’ on everything
my n-ggas poppin’ on everything
them bullets is flyin’ at everything
somebody droppin’ on everything
my n-gga cane was so lit
aka explosive
no we don’t tolerate ho sh-t
we bust him down like a whole brick
as soon as we find out who lined him
we callin’ the barbers to line him
you know them clippers gon’ fry him
n-ggas get hit with the iron
and you know we twist ’em like pliers
and they wonder why we rode with the grip in the ride
’cause we dyin’ to live, but it’s like we just livin’ to die

- young ja

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