[Part 1]

Man pull it out and then dig it in
That duffle bag where the ZKs are in
Talkin' crud but ain't on piss
Man wrap the food up in fucking cling
Mention bro; get dropped, no talk we ain't into no talking, kid
Talking shit, n***a got hit with the stick but he claims that he walks with his
What you know about getting ducked down in a gunfight, that's armed Jakes and we brought ours too
Bro said don't bring knives to a gun fight so I listened up, so we grip and shoot
I remember swiping yutes at lunch time now I'm sitting here with food to move
Fuck police, FBI, they need to free all the jailhouse goons
Skid-up skr and then woosh
If that's your friend then why push?
28 hungry, trap-line jumpy
Free TK that the Jakes done took
Get round there but nosy feds wan' look
Shout my plug, he's a brilliant cook
Shout my team, we're some brilliant crooks
Shout out bro, done a brilliant jook
Bro backs it from his jacket, big shotgun is what he's packing
If we pull up do a madness, then it's to the hood, that's standard
And all this talk bout Bizz, makes us pull up where you live
On the 1-2's there's two whips
Hella rambos and a stick
Big dots in the ride no question, ain't gotta ask bro twice
125; big Yamaha or Tife–bros got his, I got mine
Step round five
Opp boy affi pay fine
Lucky cah' it weren't his time
Straight on site, dumb yutes say you're on I
For this one I should make time
We bag him then fuck off, we evacuate the scene
Them boy pull up their pants and leave
What's in the bag They don't want to see
Done a one move success mans pleased
Pissed that we couldn't say R.I.P
Officers come 'nuff blood get cleaned
Step Crazy dogs them be mean
For the sawn-off dots, unlimited teeth
This crud can't end, my shank don't bend and it's always on me
For the sawn-off dots, unlimited teeth
This crud can't end, my shank don't bend and it's always on me