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Concrete Click - Where You At
DJ Djaz
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I tell 'em how to play games of cut cash and charisma
Hittin' backsides, bent in jacuzzis
While your man snooze, you lose interest pushin' they 50s
Cruisin' 60 through residentials
Presidential Rolex gleamin' off of sun reflection while we flexin'
Schemin', thinkin' of money emerges
Many MCs who heard us feel we on planet without a purpose
Plenty pick lyrics selection from rolodex in the session
Those who testin' catch lessons from Wesson to Smith
As eyes you gets with your perception
Try to make ends meet with street livin'
Verbal stuffin' is written with meals
Now this mad Thanksgiving for Concrete in my nature
Picture cliques with flicks as we stare at dime dips with hips
Gangstas steady starin', loadin' the clips
As we give tips to finance condos in
The Lansing, niggas, but can't tell us
We wreck scenes like bulls in china shops for props
I be dag, most, I give it all I got 'cause it's hot
So where you at, son? (I'm in the streets)
What? (Rollin' mad deep with my peeps, keepin' it Concrete)
So where you at, son? (I'm in the streets)
Yeah (Transactin' for cash is how it go down in the Concrete)
So where you at, son? (I'm in the streets)
What? (Rollin' mad deep with my peeps, keepin' it Concrete)
Where you at, son? (I'm in the streets)
Yeah (Transactin' for cash and ass, yeah, what?)
Yo, tell 'em, five-oh's in my mix like Ron G with no clue
That I gots the juice to get loose, now check it
It's just another day, I gots to get mines combined
With some other half-stepper, a hot stepper even in cold weather
Yo, Coogi sweaters under Coach butter leathers
Now or never, my destination is crops of green forever
My crew kept it street, but those who were not even
Are gone with the wind, speak reality with no time to pretend
You're fakin' moves, I'm makin' moves with crews
While we choose to supply the streets with substance to abuse
Don't be confused, there's only one Concrete clique
Others is counterfeit and don't amount to shit
No diggity, an international player like Biggie B
Mobb rolls deep, jeweled out just like Ricky D
Start from the ground to lookin' down on the city
From a hotel suite with foot jacuzzis like in the movies
Whips from Lex to seven-digit checks
Nothin' but the finest foreign links wrapped around my neck
Sudden impact'll stain your brain, never forget
It's the Concrete clique, always ready to set it
Where you at, son? (I'm in the streets)
What? (Rollin' mad deep with my peeps, keepin' it Concrete)
Where you at, son? (I'm in the streets)
Yeah (Holdin' on some heat, then slangin'
Them thangs, makin' ends meet)
Where you at, son? (I'm in the streets)
What? (Rollin' mad deep with my peeps, keepin' it Concrete)
Where you at, son? (I'm in the streets)
Strapped with mad heat, slangin' them thangs, uh
You never knew, what?
Complex inflict stress when I wreck mad sets
Prefer the Uzi from the TEC when my style project
Apply words and flip herbs like weed sacks on block
I kick verbs to the curb, which style you prefer?
Are you sure that you can catch the gist as I flips the marijuana
Mahogany, foggin' me stills, I flips ciphers to single files
With styles and have lyrics as exile
Havin' 'em fearin' this, buckwild
Freestyles I flip gymnastic linguistic when I rip it
Leave your whole crew twisted like joints and lifted
Stunned off this butter soft exquisite
You know you couldn't get it, hip-hop is still here
The Concrete will stay real, so dig
So where you at, black? You know my location
Poppin' bubbly representin' Jamaicans, Puerto Ricans, and Haitians
Cambridge representatives, Boston representatives
You claim you represent, but you never did
Come near the savoir faire
You know that if you pull up a chair, relax as we parlay the tracks
None other each and every time with rhymes
Representin' to the fullest off of Lifeline
So where you at, son? (I'm in the streets)
What? (Rollin' mad deep with my peeps, keepin' it Concrete)
Where you at, son? (I'm in the streets)
Yeah (Transactin' for cash is how it go down in the Concrete)
So where you at, son? (In the streets)
What? (Rollin' mad deep with my peeps, keepin' it Concrete)
Where you at, son? (I'm in the streets)
Yeah (Transactin' for cash is how it go down, uh)
So where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
I'm in the streets (Where you at?)
So where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
I'm in the streets (Where you at?)