Intro

[Intro]
(JM double 0 made this one, you know)
(Sebz Beats, baby)

[Verse]
Fourteen in Portsmouth sittin' in the trizzy
I know I weren't bein' exploited, I was tryna bring back racks for a thingy
Try that, pissed 'cah drill and I'm litty
Surveillin' me for another conspiry
I run road, just me and my killy, four-by-four when we skrrt this city
Man bruck down the nine in pebs, wouldn't have much bread if it weren't for nitties
I make leng gyal open legs, man dig out her front and cum on her titties
And you can get a meal uptown, just don't think we're anything more, that's silly
Course she loves the bands and willy, rеal badman, said she wan' fuck with me
Man pull up and show man zero
Man pull up and show man about LA
I don't see thеm stand their ground, but stand your ground, get attacked, melee
I got probi' givin' me headache, but I can't do another day on the landing
[?] man-[?] man flank him
One phone call to dispatch like hand ting
One phone call to dispatch like burner
They got Asbo locked for a murder
They kicked my door for two AM's, but the action never got took further
I can make that strip bang, no worker
Straight drop on consistency
Every call on the weekend gets one free
That's if they've called five days in a week
Latts, I'm about bands and beef 'cah beef ain't cheap, I need bands for beef
Man's beefin' some fuckin' neeks, don't fuck with me, man bang on streets
It was me, Young Huntz and T, that's no good deed, can't bang on we
Tryna-tryna slide on your .22, please, move from me, that bang is weak (Fuck off)