[Intro] [Instrumental buildup with heavy beats and synths] Yeah, this one's for the streets, the hustlers, the real ones, No time for the weak, we keep it a hundred, no frontin' [Verse 1] In the heart of the city, where the bullets fly, I'm strapped with the heat, got the devil in my eye, Through the smoke and the fire, I rise with the crew, We ride or die, ain't no time for the new. Got the Fedora low, shades to hide the pain, Through the rain and the storm, we keep it in the game, Every step a battle, every breath a fight, In the urban warfare, we shine in the night. [Pre-Chorus] We got the streets on lock, no time for the weak, With every shot we take, we make our mark, unique, Through the fire and the smoke, we stand tall, In this concrete jungle, we answer the call. [Chorus] Urban warfare, we're the kings of the streets, With every bullet fired, we make our own beat, Through the chaos and the strife, we stand strong, In this urban warfare, we belong. [Verse 2] From the alleys to the rooftops, we keep it real, With the steel in our hands, we never yield, Through the shadows and the light, we move like ghosts, In this urban jungle, we're the ones who boast. With the fedora low and the shades on tight, We fight through the night, till the morning light, Every step a battle, every breath a fight, In this urban warfare, we're the ones who ignite. [Pre-Chorus] We got the streets on lock, no time for the weak, With every shot we take, we make our mark, unique, Through the fire and the smoke, we stand tall, In this concrete jungle, we answer the call. [Chorus] Urban warfare, we're the kings of the streets, With every bullet fired, we make our own beat, Through the chaos and the strife, we stand strong, In this urban warfare, we belong. [Bridge] In the heart of the city, where the bullets fly, We rise above the ashes, with the fire in our eye, Through the smoke and the fire, we never back down, In this urban warfare, we wear the crown. [Chorus] Urban warfare, we're the kings of the streets, With every bullet fired, we make our own beat, Through the chaos and the strife, we stand strong, In this urban warfare, we belong. [Outro] [Instrumental fade out with heavy beats] Yeah, this one's for the streets, the hustlers, the real ones, No time for the weak, we keep it a hundred, no frontin' Urban warfare, we're the kings of the streets, With every bullet fired, we make our own beat.
