Three IC3s

[Intro: PK]
What's going on here then, lads?
Why we standing on the corner?
There's been a lot of burglaries in the area recently
Is it OK if we search you?
Oi, where you off to? Come back?

[Chorus: PK & Lyrial Strally]
YGG, three IC3s
Not YGs, don't have YGs
Nah, you can't be like we
YGG, them grimy Gs
YGG, three IC3s
Not YGs, don't have YGs
Nah, you can't be like we
YGG, them grimy Gs

[Verse 1: PK & Lyrical Strally]
You know me, PK, little IC3
And them feds there still wanna nick me
But I would never let these jakes catch me
Cause I move like a fox in the night, I creep
When I see police, I'm off on my feet
They wanna Google man and try to search me
And lock man up like a can of baked beans
'Cause a pagan IB snitched on me
Can't trust anyone these days on the streets
Dem man there will snitch for the Ps
And next ting you know, you'll be in the bully van
And the crown court, but I'm not guilty
So fuck the jury, I just wanna be free
I just wanna make Ps with all my Gs
So when I'm on the road, I know that I'm dece
So I tell them pigs "get away from me"

[Chorus: PK & Lyrical Strally]
YGG, three IC3s
Not YGs, don't have YGs
Nah, you can't be like we
YGG, them grimy Gs
YGG, three IC3s
Not YGs, don't have YGs
Nah, you can't be like we
YGG, them grimy Gs

[Verse 2: Lyrical Strally]
Three IC3 from YGG
Royalty, man come like Sheikh
Skin a MC like Mikey Streets
And we spit on lively beats
Due to blow like an IED
Cuh the buzz won't D-I-E
Keep murking mic, it's an OCD
Keep murking mic for the E-N-T
Cuh I've got grime in my genes
Like I didn't wash them, like they ain't clean
But it's G-E-N-E
I ain't tryna be on IPP
But I'm hoping I see P
Cuh I'm tryna shine like ICB
Can't take us for a free sample
I beg a jake don't try me, please

[Chorus: PK & Lyrical Strally]
YGG, three IC3s
Not YGs, don't have YGs
Nah, you can't be like we
YGG, them grimy Gs
YGG, three IC3s
Not YGs, don't have YGs
Nah, you can't be like we
YGG, them grimy Gs

[Verse 3: Saint P]
I'm screaming out Black Lives Matter
Even though I'm still an IC3 in the eyes of police
I could be as polite as a neek
Still treat me like I'm hiding a nine milli piece
It's getting doubly peak for a man like me
To survive on these streets of rage and race
But a guy's gotta eat and my life isn't cheap
So fuck feds, you can all die in your sleep
Back up, they call backup for point 1 of green
I'm like "officer, what's the need?
Are you that weak? I'm only six foot three
What happened to your training scheme, you likkle chief?"
These same youts used to sit by the PC
Now think they're bad cause their badge says PC
And these sneaky CID wanna creep on me
And then ask for ID, what cheek

[Chorus: PK & Lyrical Strally]
YGG, three IC3s
Not YGs, don't have YGs
Nah, you can't be like we
YGG, them grimy Gs
YGG, three IC3s
Not YGs, don't have YGs
Nah, you can't be like we
YGG, them grimy Gs

[Chorus: PK & Lyrical Strally]
YGG, three IC3s
Not YGs, don't have YGs
Nah, you can't be like we
YGG, them grimy Gs
YGG, three IC3s
Not YGs, don't have YGs
Nah, you can't be like we
YGG, them grimy Gs

[Chorus: PK]
YGG, three IC3s
Not YGs, don't have YGs
Nah, you can't be like we
YGG, them grimy Gs
YGG, three IC3s
Not YGs, don't have YGs
Nah, you can't be like we
YGG, them grimy Gs