Pull up pull up my gang
No face no case no names
Putting work
Doing dirt for the gang
I do it for the hood
I dont do it for the fame
Eye for an eye on site
Thats a hobby
No question running in catch a body
Keys to the whip
Bad niggas in the hottie
Ill call big bros if i need that shotty
Two clicks then bang then everybody running
Been shot at and the trap got shot
But im never gonna stop
Paper chasing in the block
Paper chasing in the block
Feds post my head on the net
I ain’t saying it was me
Tell em double check
No face no case no evidence
Catch the enemies first
And the snitches next
Me and my hitters are solid but young
Some locked up and some on the run
Some got caught some never got done
They say live by the knife and die by the gun
I don’t break bread With the ones that run
Im a brothers keeper dont trust no one
If they want war ready for war
Knock knock knock
I answer my door
Look
They are not from this side
They do not grip and ride
We do trips at night
Even in broad daylight
Ill chop them dogs on sight
Pussy
I never play the fool
Fool me once put the shame on you
Kicking his head till my kicks turn red
And if you try again put the blame on you
Nah nah whos your witness
Nah fuck that lad imma turn this opp to a victim
Grab that ching and push it in
And give this dog a couple stitches
These days we got no love for the opposition
No love for the bitches
No love for the snitches
Free all my hitters and fuck the system
27 gang we dont ride for the net
Them boys call cops when everyone gets cheffed
Chase down opps when they hit legs
Oi lad go ride for your mate thats dead
Stupid pricks who the fuck they drill
They dont cross them district lines to the field
We go to war like navy seals
Keep weapons concealed when we are out for the kill
Fucking deceitful how can they talk that shit to my people
They are not drilling
There ends are peaceful
Make up lies that side is deceitful
My sides drilling the scores unequal
So who you fooling
Who they drilling
What shanks are they pulling
Still in the trap consistent movement
In love with the war like military units
???
My hitters in the trap tryna make it out
Brothers in pen case still pending
Lord I pray they make it out
Cos they can take out of my hood
But the hood in me they can’t take it out
My side itching to get to work
Jump out gang out the whip we racing to get him 1st
Anything 21 will get got
Imma leave the cork when i pop it off
Put it on the gang if we let off shots
They all bang online but on site theyre soft
Nah, aye they thought i died, who?
They got there own and im still alive
They dipped there mate and his from there side
5 in the car 3 cars were set
Patrol our hood which crew wants next
Stop that opp take his head lad
Leave that flop lets hope hes dead
They dont want to come around my end
Where the pigs are opps and the gangs your friends
Your not me and your crews not them
They talk about war lad where were they then
That sides actors they are not gang
Dont be fooled if they talk in a slang
That sides actors they are not gang
Your mate got shhhh and nothings changed
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