[Intro: E1]
Pull up on Nizz, Lytchet Way
Or you might see us on NPK
Told the mandem we talk too flames
Gotta' change our ways, can't state no names
Look at the things we say
The feds know that it's true, can't say no names
They don't like when I state names
My NP thing complain, complain
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My NP thing complain, complain
Pull up on Nizz, Lytchet Way
Or you might see us on NPK
Told the mandem we talk too flames
Gotta' change our ways, can't state no names
Look at the things we say
The feds know that it's true, can't say no names
They don't like when I state names

[Chorus: E1]
Pull up on Nizz, Lytchet Way
Or you might see us on NPK
Told the mandem we talk too flames
Gotta' change our ways, can't state no names
Look at the things we say
The feds know that it's true, can't say no names
They don't like when I state names
My NP thing complain, complain
My NP thing complain, complain
Pull up on Nizz, Lytchet Way
Or you might see us on NPK
Told the mandem we talk too flames
Gotta' change our ways, can't state no names
Look at the things we say
The feds know that it's true, can't say no names
They don't like when I state names
My NP thing complain, complain
My NP thing complain, complain
[Verse 1: E1]
I kept on mentioning bad b-s
Now I got bad b-s all trynna' @ me
They say I'm too rude
I keep upsetting families
That's why I can't state no names
Cah they taking down every tune I make
Feds won't leave me alone
KMT, just give me a break
They just pissed off, I keep on bussin' case
They say we didn't mash that work
We'll give it to them, for the undies' sake
Splash got him down on the mains
Big bro done dash, he didn't wanna' feel pain
Everyday that's your friend on the news
I'll say it again, and again

[Verse 2: Mini]
Push-push-push it in livers
I'm suprised how that shit don't give me the shivers
Hold on, wait, we ain't linked with the Sinners
Touch Paper Lane, we're original killers
Waps on deck, got dotts and spinners
When we ride out, don't lack with your misses
Hillside K we don't fuck with them n***as
Slap that corn I ain't feeding dinners
Catch me an opp, I ain't letting him loose
I'm really trynna' spill some juice
Them men there can't do it like bruce
Run a man down, no duck-duck goose
They men lie when they rap in tunes
Your dad got packed you can hold that too
Dezzie got 2 in his back that's true
Cause he got caught on the lack at 2
[Verse 3: ZT]
I don't want no likkle fish, I don't want no Bandokay
I'll make man abra-cadabra, when I bang this wap trynna' add this K
Broadwater Farm Estate, Lytchet Way and NPK
We done slapped it off on the mains, so how can they say that Zeds ain't safe?
My g-s upfront not a defender, remember, all of my guys are attacking
Caught fat boy lacking in traffic, run that down just window splash it
They chat on my name on a mad thing, but we're in these streets and we get this shit cracking
Like how can they see, my n***as on the field, and 10 man keeping it dashing

[Verse 4: BM]
She heard of BM, not your' average GM
On the opp block from AM to PM
Circle twice, 3 times if I see 'em
015 done it out of my TN-s
She didn't wanna' know, now slides in my DM
All that talk, can't wait 'till I see them
We the reason that the opps decreasing
Shotty come long so we half it to pieces
No comment all the way
Shotout bro, he done it bait
3 AM-s, but we bussed that case
Fill it with corn and slide for your' mates
Jump in the ride and change them plates
Hoodied down, blacked out, shank on my waist
Pull up where they stay but they relocate
Dont conversate, just bang this gauge
[Verse 5: Sava]
Opps get dropped, was it me?
Could be my n***as from 3x3
Dezzie just raps for OFB
He don't ride out, he's a fucking neek
We done got 2 and we let it squeeze
[?] just chopped his fucking knees
We make our P, lurk in the T
Bark that Glock, like 1 2 3
Pop that door, take that crow
Then move that shit for the low
I'm on the opp block can't find me a soul
Circle the O, like G.I Joe
Me and bruce, put on a show
Find me one, then I'll rise this pole
Done me a drill, now I gotta' lay low
If I back this ramz, he will leave his bro

[Verse 6: E1]
YK's got a piece of both
White like Peter, brown like Ria
Don't hide like OFB Kreepa
Or you can get cheffed up like Bangisa
Poppy tried dash, but we poked that geeza
Back that dotts on Mo
He froze, he just didn't feel this heater
Kev got hit by the 9 milimeter

[Chorus: E1]
Pull up on Nizz, Lytchet Way
Or you might see us on NPK
Told the mandem we talk too flames
Gotta' change our ways, can't state no names
Look at the things we say
The feds know that it's true, can't say no names
They don't like when I state names
My NP thing complain, complain
My NP thing complain, complain

[Outro: E1]
Pull up on Nizz, Lytchet Way
Or you might see us on NPK
Told the mandem we talk too flames
Gotta' change our ways, can't state no names
Look at the things we say
The feds know that it's true, can't say no names
They don't like when I state names
My NP thing complain, complain
My NP thing complain, complain
Pull up on Nizz, Lytchet Way
Or you might see us on NPK
Told the mandem we talk too flames
Gotta' change our ways, can't state no names
Look at the things we say
The feds know that it's true, can't say no names
They don't like when I state names
My NP thing complain, complain
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