I’ll bring the heat/ I bring it hard /I’m coming to your city, bring it to your boulevard/ i bring the heat and I’ll bring it hard, bring it to ya city guaranteed to leave some scars !I’ll turn it up I put a loud let ya whole city heart it while I fill them crowd/ ya city feel it, I’ll let your city hang all the way from ct where them bangers bang! Ya boy got the jays, in every flava An that explains why I got them haters I’m half white and Puerto Rican, got that pretty face that keeps ya girl creeping. Ain’t that the truth ,you feel that fire, no police blood there’s no room for wires/ I live in open book so I’m quick to fire got dat trigger finger , that’ll leave your family tired / Cowboys in every city but I hold my own / don’t get smart boy or ill use dat mobile phone /I bought a crib /to settle down /don’t get it twisted boy / I still bury clowns/ keep family life an the game apart /, tuck my children in and then go play that part / I been in the streets /I done sold the Weight /shit got old quick /needed a bigger plate /so I move that money on the bigger thangs / invest in real estate so pay attention gangs/ no more running streets no more Nicks n dimes no more 38s/no more sniffing lines/ we got automatics and experience/ that’s the life of wisdom so homie here it is