Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Summer of Cane , by - Juelz Santana. Release date: 04.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Summer of Cane |
| 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 |