Straight In It

[Intro: Ghosty]
Ghosty

[Hook: Castro]
Let me get straight in it
How the fuck can you talk on tracks
If you ain't done any sort of drillings
Like who the hell are were they kidding
The amount of diamonds on my Cartiers
Are the same amount of times I've ridden
About four of your guys are [?]
So please I beg you man to stop spitting
Let me get straight in it
How the fuck can you talk on tracks
If you ain't done any sort of drillings
Like who the hell are were they kidding
The amount of diamonds on my Cartiers
Are the same amount of times I'vе ridden
About four of your guys are [?]
So pleasе I beg you man to stop spitting

[Verse 1: Castro]
I'm from the E.6 but any violation could get you hit
Skrrt round Gate to find some pricks
Put him on Newham Records and that shit
Lurk in a four door or a transit
When we're riding, really brought [?]
I heard LF tried to back it then they can also have it
Lurk in the 15th with a 15 inch Rambo that ain't even cleaned
Trust me, really do take the risks
Cut through Green and make a crime scene
How many times have we lurked 'round there
And pray that we catch someone to make bleed
When I had enough of these neeks
I smoke [?]
About how many times have we stepped
But had to skeet out because of armed police
More like how many times have we stepped
To have to skeet out because your friend can't breathe
People listening telling [?]
Caught with them then you have to bleed
I don't wanna pull up and hear you plead
I just wanna hear the civilian scream

[Hook: Castro]
Let me get straight in it
How the fuck can you talk on tracks
If you ain't done any sort of drillings
Like who the hell are were they kidding
The amount of diamonds on my Cartiers
Are the same amount of times I've ridden
About four of your guys are [?]
So please I beg you man to stop spitting
Let me get straight in it
How the fuck can you talk on tracks
If you ain't done any sort of drillings
Like who the hell are were they kidding
The amount of diamonds on my Cartiers
Are the same amount of times I've ridden
About four of your guys are [?]
So please I beg you man to stop spitting

[Verse 2: Castro]
The scoreboard is far from fucking twos
So please low it, I can't trust them yutes
And also with the verbal abuse
We only reply with [?] and boots
I heard when I went to Cockham Wood
Apparently I never leave my cell
Me and Rambzi whacked up [?] in can
He had to move wings to protect himself
I slapped his face [?]
Ask [?] how he nearly fell
I spat in Kash's face aswell and got a nicking next day, Oh well
There's no stories and shit to tell
But I don't need to explain myself
[?] we're known for setting up [?]
[?] we're known for setting up [?]

[Hook: Castro]
Let me get straight in it
How the fuck can you talk on tracks
If you ain't done any sort of drillings
Like who the hell are were they kidding
The amount of diamonds on my Cartiers
Are the same amount of times I've ridden
About four of your guys are [?]
So please I beg you man to stop spitting
Let me get straight in it
How the fuck can you talk on tracks
If you ain't done any sort of drillings
Like who the hell are were they kidding
The amount of diamonds on my Cartiers
Are the same amount of times I've ridden
About four of your guys are [?]
So please I beg you man to stop spitting