Texty:
Whatever It Takes City Streets Summer Heat

it the heat or the humidity Or was it something more? Could the world have stopped spining And I witnessed it all? On my City street In my Summer heat

it the heat or the humidity Or was it something more? Could the world have stopped spining And I witnessed it all? On my City street In my Summer heat

did it, I done it, I get it, I punish The shit that I come with'll separate a rib from a stomach I'm the boss, when I spit it, you love it Matter fact

Fuck it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass A Regal, a Montague whatever you thuggin' It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with gray sound When summer

arrest me right it?s not happenin You ain?t never gon get on so stop rappin H2O comin this summer so stop askin All heat like wall street ya stock crashin

Fuck it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass A Regal, a Montigue whatever you thuggin' It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with grey sound When summer

blow I stay on the low Rap like this and work the scale like "So" Take it to the gutter we could duke or shoot it out Switchblades pump gauge, whatever

Buses pains main lines, trusted train departing We rushed it, discussed it, with lack of preparation Separation from city scenes littered streets, reversed beets Immersed in the heat