Summer of Cane - Juelz Santana, Young Ja

Bitch hit my brother, your mother die

Niggas 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

Nigga keep callin' the truce shit

Nigga you dummy, you stupid

We sendin' them shots, we root shit

My niggas 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 fucked 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

Fuck all you niggas from other sides

They tell my brother it’s time to slide

They killin' for me, shootin' for Mike

Nigga you should’ve thought twice

Play with the gang, score on my bro

Nigga you losin' your life

Oh you thought you was gon' get away?

Nigga we knockin' like 808's

We find the shooter, he die today

We pullin' up where your mama stay

All of them bitches, they gettin' shot

All of the killers, they spinnin' blocks

Nigga sneak dissin', we hit his top

All of them niggas, they gettin' got, yeah

Last time I was with my nigga 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 shit

Damn, this shit is really ugly

They took my nigga country

They took my nigga from me

Now all the killers hungry

They lookin' to eat

They ain’t lookin' for peace

They treat this shit like halal

When it’s beef they cook in the streets

Summer of Cane, we gotta keep this shit 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 niggas layin' forever deep

And you know we put that on everything

My niggas slidin' on everything

My niggas poppin' on everything

Them bullets is flyin' at everything

Somebody droppin' on everything

My nigga Cane was so lit

AKA explosive

No we don’t tolerate ho shit

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

Niggas 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

Last time I was with my nigga 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 shit

Bitch hit my brother, your mother die

Niggas 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