[Intro: Joey Clipstar]
Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles
Now this ones been most requested for a long time, so its only right we sorted it out
9th Street, HB Freestyles
Brigades, Brigades, Brigades
I ain't gon do too much talking
You know the faces, so let's get into it

[Verse 1: Soze]
Mum says "boy, you're too shallow", I don't deep what I'm told
No breakfast, just dinners, when I'm in the kitchen scrapping bowls
Opps gets hit, scripts get flipped
Flipped like a old school phone
And this Trap house here ain't hot, this T here's Unknown
Pull up and have man shifting, do dirt on my own, or assistance
Man get popped like blisters
Man behave like sisters; some bitches
I'm in OT in a village, not bista, and these scripts get flipped like Rizla

[Verse 2: Pumpz]
Beef on sight, like I could never let that slide
Four-man when he we go on a glide
Two straps in a back, one passenger side
Can't say that the beef ain't fried
None of my close ones cried
They hear .44, wid' the 16, same time my Lil' n***as got life
And I pree'd on the opp boys twice
They can't talk bout K's on the 9, man get round dere on bikes
They got round and tried, but the opps can't talk about slides
I juss sent a postal out, man I pray that my broski's nice
Its still free the guys, and bro-bro mash still on rides
[Verse 3: Rzo Munna]
Them man good, they can't talk to me about road, they shoulda stayed in school
And anyone that I see in the hood thats shotting, I'm robbing, especially if we ain't cool
Who's is who, I dont play wid' no random youtes, this is no 8 Ball Pool
I took trips, that's me and Paul, in the whip hopping that I don't get pulled
Who's that's, feds in the opposite junction, no eye contact, that's all hot
Opps can't talk about ride-outs, I ride out and they riding off
Like shit then, you shoulda seen the way bro try write him off
Ive got hitmen, and they dont take a price for bro to light em up

[Verse 4: Soze]
Real bad boy shooters, like Booka
3, .44, 9th street Freddy Kruger
Sticking up rap boys, sticking up shooters
The hoopties full up?
I tell man move up

[Verse 5: Rzo Munna]
See an opp any where, man plug that, man does that
See an opp, and cut that, man love that
No chill, like fuck that
Man fuck dat, if your gyal won't bruck dat

[Verse 6: Pumpz]
Shit's all mad up
Bro's still on the wing like Salah
Man I've been so low, come back up
From thirteen, I got my cash up
[Verse 7: Soze]
Don't complain, comply
Chop that shotgun right
Pull up, we letting it rain
Opp block, six-man deep like Pain

[Verse 8: Rzo Munna]
Gun kick back like Tekken
But still flip shank; my favourite weapon
If I can't blast, I'll wet him, no half heart, I can't left him

[Verse 9: Pumpz]
If this bruckback got lead in, then I'm defo' dishing out shellings
Tell the opp boys get bread in
If bro down and out, I can't let him

[Outro: Joey Clipstar]
Enough said
9th Street, HB Freestyles, Joey Clipstar
Let us know who should we get next
I don't think none of you are gon' do that so
9th Street the team, bitch
Try your best