“Mark Ya Territory”
Lyrics written and performed by SHEE
©2005 Sheer Badness Entertainment (ASCAP)

(Hook) (Variation in intro)
Property and boundaries, it’s going down when you come ‘round me (mark ya territory)
I could smell that fear (yeah), know it’s going down when you come out here (mark ya territory)
(Repeat line 2) (Repeat line 1)

(Verse 1)
Got ya place, hold a space in the spot you in – cubicle, neighborhood, cell or apartment. As a youngin’ had to stay in my crib and playpen, since then I know we mark our territory. Now the streets know me and how I be thuggin’, don’t be coming ‘round me tryna start something, ‘cause you don’t have heat need to stop frontin’ – you could call the police and they can’t do nothing. When the shit goes down, (yeah), know what’s coming up when a chick come ‘round (yeah), wanna lose ‘ya rims? park in front of my house (yeah). Every block I lived on I had it shut down – I mark my territory. Better watch that gear, throwbacks and bandanas – you get shot ‘round here wearing them colors and in dirty Jersey really no tellin’ if you make the wrong turn where you heading, what you getting’ is…

(Verse 2)
Watch out, look out. Never mind it’s daytime and the sun’s out boy. Watch out, look out. Track star on ‘ya mark, get set, be out. ‘Cause the streets love me, I’m the bomb diggy diggy, you could throw punches but you just tickling me and I got heat like I’m up in the military, call the police – ain’t no getting’ rid of me. Hear a loud blast (yeah) time to start duckin’, I could watch you get capped (yeah) and I ain’t see nothin’ and I bet the streets proud to hear I learned something and I know that we mark our territory. Flatbush, Brooklyn what it instilled in me to be a rough chick and you could do anything. Brother step to you, leave they brain hemorrhaging – cause it got spots for them up in the cemetery.

(Verse 3)
Really ain’t no place like around the way. With spray paint it’s the place where you tag your name. Where you at everyday, where you ain’t afraid, where ‘ya crew roll deep – mark ya territory. Done built my rep ain’t gotta prove nothin’ you could bring that noise, I started that ruckus, nigga wanna talk shit the thing could spit something – I be looking type good but son I stay gunnin’. And I cock full blast (yeah), make the wrong move, watch your life end fast (yeah). If a nigga know me, nigga know SHEE strapped (yeah) – make you clap your hands when a man get clapped – mark the territory. B.K. to N.J., yeah I do the honors, either side of the Lincoln, the Holland or the Goethals. Full throttle, no stoppin’ gotta lot of buck wildin’ pop bottles in the northeast and the world follow like…