Mixed Peace - You Know the Citys Mine (feat. Killa K)

One two three yeah I know you feelin this
Bout to make some bans
Are you down for the trill of it
Come into my town
Yeah you know we gone kill this shit
Gold Chains on my Neck
Ice Froze diamonds on my wrist
I know that my city Is really about to shine
Nothin bout to stop us
So don't even waste ya time
Show me all the money cus you know that shit is mine
Nothing bout to stop us so don't even waste ya time

How they wasting time when they on this shit
Mixed Peace Is that mighty shit
Got Killa K on the fucking hook
You know its avenger's straight on this bitch
Think about it I'm just going hard
Niggas try to straight to go behind my back
Think about it ima let it slide
Cus my nigga Nestor straight right back
Think about it Don't do it again
Might have to get my savage on ya ass
Think about it I'm just going hard
Its mixed peace I'm just coming for that cash
Think about it ima show my girls how to get this shit
Show my niggas how to get this shit
We all eatin yeah fuck this shit
This nigga really tried to disguise himself
As a 209 straight beef
This nigga really try to charge everything you do
Wait wait wait you beef
And I got beef with you
Rebel palace we good in these streets
And ask a nigga when he had to pay to rap rap with me

One two three yeah I know you feelin this
Bout to make some bans
Are you down for the trill of it
Come into my town
Yeah you know we gone kill this shit
Gold Chains on my Neck
Ice Froze diamonds on my wrist
I know that my city Is really about to shine
Nothin bout to stop us
So don't even waste ya time
Show me all the money cus you know that shit is mine
Nothing bout to stop us so don't even waste ya time

I can't understand how these bitch niggas wanna play with me like
I don't got the third eye
I can see everything in in sight
I can break you down so simple nigga
Really simple nigga right
Let me hit you with step one
Bring ya bitch ass to the light
And you try to say you wanna build the 209
But you charge every chance you get
I did a show made 700 dittin charge one artist shit
On top of that you so shitty nigga
You charge other rappers just so you can rap
That's a good game plan
Only if you had bars just to top that
Well I'm done off this bitch
He's a lyrical monster
In his mom's basement mixing chemicals
He might drink the bleach of the monster
I
Am his dad
I
Am his dad
I know his brother can't make beats if I make them mad
If I make them mad
I

One two three yeah I know you feelin this
Bout to make some bans
Are you down for the trill of it
Come into my town
Yeah you know we gone kill this shit
Gold Chains on my Neck
Ice Froze diamonds on my wrist
I know that my city Is really about to shine
Nothin bout to stop us
So don't even waste ya time
Show me all the money cus you know that shit is mine
Nothing bout to stop us so don't even waste ya time

Written by:
MIxed Peace

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