Part 1

[Intro]
2, 2
Shoutout my hitters
Come on
2, Oi

[Verse]
I’m looking at my opp boys vids
Like he got bored and he got bored, are you taking the piss?
Like, nah, man's beefin' kids
Like, nah, man pattern up quick
But how can I lowe these kids when they talk my name and they tellin' them fibs
Anything B get boot, shoot
Same for the Kennington pricks
Like Snoopy puts in a shift
And you got LR baby, LR boo, that’s a dangerous kid
Got it coming like Ibra
But instead of like 14 goals, that’s like 14 serious chings
Kwengface, I’m a cheeky kid
In the back of the 2.2, tryna lean and shoot, tryna eat this prick
And you know I’m a boujee yute
Man tap that once one time and skid
Gyal wish she could be with this
Gyal wish she could eat this dick
And now gyally on me like my rambo
Rubbing my lamp on a genie ting
Opps know we got too much heart
Check out the pressure
First to let off my stickiIn this so called beef, man know we on pepper
Kwengface this, Kwengface that
Can’t lie man I’m fed up
Like skid, skrr, dip, er, when we leave man redder
Let me just suit then move
Grab like a 4 and a half and a Q
4 and a half and a Q
And I just charged 6 for the verse on the tune
Yeah I done made me a flip
And I’m taking the piss out the opp boys too
Oi Skully, remember that day on the opp block when I just gave man 2
Oi gangdem, remember that day when we chinged up the merc cah we thought it was Bruce
Remember when they slapped at us
But manna still stabbed his Bruce
Zone 2 step, we annihilate yutes
Lean out the ride man's screaming out 2
Saw my shank and a opp boy blew
I’ve got peng tings throwin' up 2
Yo listen
Let me just ping it with vision
If something gets drilled in Southwark, aye
Know who did it
Know what mans about
Man come round
Know we wid it
2-2 step and I flex
He won’t know what hit him
About Southwark daddies
Dem man way too chatty
Whenever they see me in southwark or Lambeth dem man doin' up dashy
I swear that a man went deaf
When Max let the .44 crasheen
I’m in love with the dots, hand on the dots
I swear that I get too tappy
Have you ever slid round to the opp block
Whole gang just ran for their lives
Or there ain’t no sticks on your block
But you’re still stepping out with your Rambo knife
Or slide on opps with the one pop
See man run with their waps and knives
How many times have we risked our freedom?
How many times have we risked our lives?
But as for this music ting
They say we can do this ting
I charge like a rack for a feature if I feel you I’ll do it for 6
Cut tru' that’s sauce on drip
Cut tru' with my 22 inch
Catting to sauce this ting
Fumez the Engineer
Part 2

T. P. the producer
[Verse]
Now she getting mad at me coz it won't go down
Now I’m getting mad at her coz she won’t go down
Fucked his girl, now she keep it on a low low down
See jakes on tops like a logo now (Oi)
Brown skin with the prettiest face
Bro fuck an R charge so I asked for the 8
There’s been gyally on me before the Zone 2 name
Opps came to my block I went back same day, oi
Had to numb the pain so I’m runnin' through flavours
Dog with the cookie or gelato where my face is
Going through changes
Going through changes
Old n***as coming back, ask me for favours
You wanna look like a star on the stage?
Fuck that, I’d rather have a Star 9 and a gauge
For the love of my bro get a blade in your face
Bladed today
In fact you’ll get a tray in your face
I was 17, tryna pedal round the strip
And now I'm 19, flyin' corn out the whip
Fly travellin' the shit
Pellets at the prick
Late nights with the lads tryna reminisce and shit
I was 17, tryna pedal round the strip
And now I'm 19, flyin' corn out the whip
Fly travellin' the shit
Throw Pellets at the prick
Late nights with the lads tryna reminisce and shit
4 on the hoodie 5 on them shoes
Light change on that jumper change on them Loubs
Slim fit, skin fade, and a bomber too
Valentino kicks when I’m steppin' through
We roll amm, why the fuck you think we tapped
See I’m rolling with my wetter man, you know that we can’t lack
Ride a shotty with a shotty got the shotty on my lap
And this opp thots onto me, backing it on man
I’m rollin' with my shank it ain’t for fashion
Let 'em have it or I’m throwin' hella boxes, Ricky Hatton
Yeah we known for the shootings and stabbings
Feds on the whole gang for the work we been mashin'
Word to Denz, the beef is intense
So pick a side or you can get bored on the fence
I backed the wap on shh 'cause the opps were his friends
Can’t lie I feel bad
Oh well that’s how it is
Fumez the Engineer