(Police radios chat ....)

[CB]
What, yeah?

[Woosh]
Yeah! Yeah!

[CB]
Yeah come on! Dunknow... Dunknow... Get me!... CB!... Get me... Live-o from the Marsh... 23... Ain't nothing hideous!... Get me!... Shout my n***a Woosh!... Gang Unit!... Banger init!... Gaza!... N***as know the drill, dont get killed init!... Get me!... Free the guys!... My n***a Woosh doing his ting!... Big up the ends!... Big up the Gaza!... Free Northside Newham!... Yeah!....

[Verse 1: Woosh]
The same brothers that I'm trying overule with, that's the same brothers that I went to school with
I was smart for my age, so I never had olders
You ain't never felt pain, I carried my mum on my shoulders
What's there to live for after that
It ain't like I got kids, it's not like I'm a dad
But I ain't tryna' stand, on the corner on the curb
Cause I ain't got the patience, like a doctor with no work
Stop watching what I made, from that last half a brick
Cause little man, that's not your concern
And free my bro Rams, he's in jail for long term
I could be there to, if I take the wrong turn
But the only bird, that I'm tryna see is when I'm out of food
So watch who you keep around you
Cah a quarter of your company's snakey
And half of your company's shakey
Only a quarter keep it real
Me, I just do it for the thrill
It's not a tangerine when suttin's getting peeled
My boy telling me he's soon home
He don't wanna borrow money when he said he's feeling alone
We should be in the mosque, practising about a prophet
But the young ones in the kitchen trying practice to get profit
So they can cop a stick, and then take it to their oppers strip (to their oppers strip)