[Fem Felon:] Niggas think their kids are cool ’cause they’re outta Pecks I’ll hang around their school like an alphabet Smooth Gig he’ll put a body in a casket Man I’ll flip out and draw quicker than an artist I’ve got bars like a hustler Stunt, hear the Mac-10 ring like a Nokia Just tryna get rich living life’s dreams Still I’ll let my shit rip like tight jeans
[Sizzle:] First bar’s 5 out of 5 So I backed it like peng that’s 5 out of 5 Now I’m back with the leng that’s 10 out of 10 That’s 5 plus 5 Load up the pump and you can lose five of your guys See us on the move, five different rides I’m from Wooly Road, Aylesbury, Burgess In the middle of the Narm on the otherside When it comes to family I swear that my mum’ll ride Nines, 38’s and pumps will cause a homicide And you say you’re a shooter and you know that strap So you know how it feels when the hammer go back And the ruger go blap And everybody in the perimeter under attack That’s some real life shit you can’t lie about that It’s the boys from the Narm and the Gaza And the Gaza and the Narm rolling ’round with a pump That’s the size of and arm You ain’t talking to my team
[Tiny Grem:] Load your pumps up ‘Cause right now, our adrenalines are pumped up Buck us in Burgess ‘Cause right now we’ve got the urges We love the sound of buck-buck So grab your best melon turner Load your pumps up ‘Cause right now, our adrenalines are pumped up Buck us in Burgess ‘Cause right now we’ve got the urges We love the sound of buck-buck So grab your best melon turner
You know I spit the naked truth So when I say that I’ll rob You ain’t gotta see me, ’cause you can hear the truth So when I say I’ll shoot There’s no point running Fuck a bulletproff face ’cause it’s your face I’ll shoot I’ve put bodies on the cutter so don’t push me I’ve got energy, but I don’t run off batteries That’s why I’ve got toy soldiers running for me I’ve got arsenals So I’ve got niggas gunning for me I’ve got five in the 38 for any nigga running his teeth You’re saying that you stand in war When you pricks always run in the beef I clench my fist up, and knock your teeth out So you can’t talk back And after the pump’s hit your legs b I know you can’t walk back Pecknarm’s where the real niggas walk And I know you never thought that
Load your pumps up ‘Cause right now, our adrenalines are pumped up Buck us in Burgess ‘Cause right now we’ve got the urges We love the sound of buck-buck So grab your best melon turner Load your pumps up ‘Cause right now, our adrenalines are pumped up Buck us in Burgess ‘Cause right now we’ve got the urges We love the sound of buck-buck So grab your best melon turner
[Giggs:] The streets is ours The reason why you hear SN1 coming out the most recent cars We ain’t giving you no neeky bars Keep it old school like hangers in TV’s and VCRs You’re pissed, who’s best You’re looking at a pistol vet And I couldn’t give a shit who’s dead I’m about to split two heads And I ain’t spitting crack no more I’m spitting crystal meth I’m a stain with the pump I had switch the flavour of the month ’round to coke I weren’t staying on the punk You can keep on hating if you want But pull off any stunts Then we can get to spraying on the cunt Hollowman they find it hard to see me And I’m the realest out these artists That’s why it’s so hard for you to be me Keep this shit thorough and discreetly And I’ma set Grem free on you niggas like Aladdin did the genie