Original Members

[Verse 1: AK]
Original members we ain't no clones
My n*gga needs a pilot to land them drones
We love them open goals
Man change our clothes and leave our phones
Red tape suttin' didn't make home
[?] the suspects unknown
War in the land swing swords like rome
Crime scene [?] one to the dome
Skengs in the bush to protect our zone
Spinner's, shotty's, chrome
Kings of the 6 they ain't touched our throne
Slip get buried and rot into bones
Blood on the strip so my wrists two tone
Cut though the city with 2 rambos
Give a dog a bone anytime she moans
Smallest circle bad on our own

[Verse 2: VD]
If i let this paigon slide it'll fuck with my pride so i gotta go get him
Brodies on what i'm on more time it's me and him when we're stepping
Fully involved don't ask no questions
Man better see me and set it
Got my jail rambos on the 3s the handles wrapped with bedding
Don't diss on the net like solly you just get put on the news
Perm got put on the news i laugh bout that on the blues
Free flow on violence put my nank in my shoes
Your boyfreind's a dude he cleans my cell for a zoot

[Verse 3: AK]
Spin back spin back my n*gga who's that?
It's [?] he finally lacked
Hop out fry man the slugs were black
Don't run don't trip see it happened to blackz
Party for fun with skengs in the raq
Clapham ain't the same since worm got slapped
Buss on her bum and I pull on her [?]
N*gga let's use dumb ones dying for nyash
Done treacherous times in the 3
The penthouse suite in HMP
[?] i was in the cat b heard they locked up a g for a slice on the cheek
Nuff good girls man turned them freaks
Took that soul both signed to the streets
Dip mans polo if he's onto my g
For the other side full of nuff dying breeds

[Verse 4: VD]
Gimme the drop send me the address
[?] where i put on my boots
Nothing ain't new
Go there spill some juice
Like how we done KLoose
Tell you for sure that were the truth
Murder investigations askar looking for clues
Broski hid on a roof what else could he do
My bother's a booter your brother's on nothing at all let's keep it real
Don't come brixton hill where the mash gets filled
Your gonna turne e and bill
I'm in the backseat keep it still
With the stainless steel who's gonna get peeled
Who's that by the conrer pop that corner
Park this corsa hop out drill
7 am on the wing all i hear is govs and walkie talkies
Used to do it on 50cc same way i done it on walkies
I can't even trust my freinds i pray to allah that they don't backdoor me
My hearts in fully my loyalties tied if u wanan slide then surely
I know your bitch shes naughty
I had her in a premire giving me nory
Swing my nank or boil my kettle
Or i gotta do it like tyson fury
I'm doing deliveries you gotta call me
44 score my cats adore me
Well known plunger show man talent
I got mine too try bore me
I know your man he's a dork
I know my man he's a corpse
We already know it's war
Your mans got corned and he got bored
Im 6 foot 4 and my bitch is short
She looks so good when shes blowing my horn
10 different jails on a circle tour
Put it on raido one
I'm good with a sword bro's good with the guns
Come round here get bun
N1 sound that drum realod and dump
All you can do is run
I ain't ever told on a soul
And i put that shit on my mums go ask my mum
Every single case that i caught every trial i've faught she's there for her son