[Ard Adz:] Violate, you learn a big lesson Big shank, stuff it in my slim denim If it wasn’t for my son akh, I would have shot every member in – (Shh) Touch the road with some big weapons Grab the botty or the fifth seventh Gliding with the botty trying to hit melons Riding for my brudda in a split second These brudda’s get poked up, rub and die Me, I got poked but I’m loving life Motherfucker I’m gutter I’m praying to the world all you fuckers die I could rob jewels, that’s dirty shine You can’t be on the block when you’re thirty-nine I hope my opps die thirty times Headshot, now you look circumcised [?] Where’s your figures then? I used to gear up, clapping with my nigga – (Shh) Throw the box in the River Thames You got a big mouth but I’ve got a bigger skeng I’m in the back of the Benzo I’mma street fight, let Ryu and Ken know Dirty let the.45 tear off your Kenzo All knuckledusters clutching your temples
[Milly95:] Fake thug No love You get the slug Time to ride we clutch those Touch road Chrome sitting but my nut’s close The streets was our playground Forward ten years, new toys, same streets But niggas ain’t playing games now Here’s something bout Milly No sweets for the stick, they ain’t coming out with me Close calls, I know all about sticky If the feds kick the door we’ve gotta fly the [?] So all you know is I still spit this nice I’m popping off like a twelfth gauge with twin pipes I’m popping off, man dropped everything in sight You the bitch type You faggots rock jeans that are skin-tight So tell a boy “Sekkle your skin” The kind of pump I came with you couldn’t get in the gym Got nicked, never thought about telling a thing And when I never had baggies I used to sell it in cling Till I’m a rich nigga I’ll be in the crop house, Latex and stiff scissors I need at least six figures Loose lips sink ships but I can bet my life bullets make them sink quicker So let’s try reason as men I just beat this case, I don’t need me again And you’ll never see it coming cah the flick knife black It’s small like this and it flick like that
[J Boy:] Niggas stepping out of line Lived a life of crime before you ever hear me rhyme Yeah I pull up on time if you’re fucking with my shine Jugg knows how to hustle, yeah it’s all about the grind I ain’t with the play-play shit I’ll spin your four-door like some Beyblade shit Done graveyard shifts Outside man’s crib We’ve gotta make him think twice bout the life you live Fake J Jugg, I flip buj on them back roads With Judge in the whip full of them cracked bones Old school, was a rebel on a pedal New school, flashy whip, push the pedal to the metal Been up in the ends, lost a couple friends Them man are funny man, don’t par with them Same niggas that were dissing the dead Tables turned now you’re missing your friend Getting active in the ends, that’s just how life goes No fear, still walk about my road Tell them don’t dare try step on my toes Or we pull up on volts, serving man smoke Young nigga I was raised in the A Where we don’t see a lot of sunny days Cold world but we still play the game I’mma beat up on the grind till they put me in the grave