What We Do

[Intro]
Maniac

[Verse 1]
Best be ready it's fight or flight
If your legs be jelly might not survive
Left scenes messy, love that kind of ride
When we step it's cheffy or bine that flies
Tired of trying but need their deaths
So it's me that attempts or I'll try and supply
I'm the type of guy to speak with chest, bleed for my set, go slide for mine
Free Stally, he was trying to fly them pebs
Free Crashy, he just love to fire at them
Free Dezzie D, love the dings to drive or ped
Free M Trappo, free Chunks, two violent men
Hope Smokes comes home and finds his steps
Weren't a year out and he's doing some time again
Got me like I got him, do up anyone I'm against
Free YB, he's just doing his final bend
Drug cases, buck pagans or hitting licks
This the reasons why my people doing prison stints
Nuff machines, nuff badines, might bring a stick with me to go hit a chick
Shit's ments, best you don't lack on the pavement
Cause this test will have you in a grave not get graded
Get bread and then push that paper on trainers
Select creps, push out to estates and then lace them

[Chorus]
Be ready they gone turn you off, you no lucky
Can't be anywhere, me see the opps, it gets ugly
Ski beddies that me rob for the money
Bad Bs on me and the cops wanna cuff me
Be ready they gone turn you off, you no lucky
Can't be anywhere, me see the opps, it gets ugly
Ski beddies that me rob for the money
Bad Bs on me and the cops wanna cuff me

[Verse 2]
That's how it goes, you never know, you can't plan the roads
Years trapping, feds might take what you have to show
I ain't lacking, them man see mum with gang, on nuttin when they stand alone
Dank and a bis is like a man's cologne
Shank on the hip had them on their toes
Now it's hands on the stick when we scan their zones
He got blammed but he lived, I wish he hadn't coped
Free A man, been a minute since we had him home
Free S, they try and claim that he handles smokes
Free Smizz, was in tizz, feds say that he rang a phone
Jim's free, he got a bid for a big bag of crow
June's free, had to sit for a shit and a shave cause he had a blade, imagine if he had a pole
Free B boy, still sad that it's a bad result
See him do the rapping ting, he wanna hear the gang at shows
I know there's feds on my tail, want me in the pen, rotting in the bin, going stale
From the outside looking in, they must think my head isn't well
Cause I still do what they done when it's put most my friends in jail
Shit's ments, best you don't lose on the curbside
Cause this gang will have my view of you looking bird's eye
Quick step, we do what we do and then burn tires
Don't intend to leave any proof when it's your time

[Chorus]
Be ready they gone turn you off, you no lucky
Can't be anywhere, me see the opps, it gets ugly
Ski beddies that me rob for the money
Bad Bs on me and the cops wanna cuff me
Be ready they gone turn you off, you no lucky
Can't be anywhere, me see the opps, it gets ugly
Ski beddies that me rob for the money
Bad Bs on me and the cops wanna cuff me