[Intro]
When I go to church I’m strapped, when I go say hi to ma I’m strapped, when I go by pampers I'm strapped
That’s the way it is. Why is it? For my dead homie. I just lost a homie the other day man you know
Sometimes I I don’t really know what to say, you know I don’t even know how to go by and say hey hey hey this dealing, I’m sorry what happened
[Verse 1: Nines]
Freedom or jail, shoot to kill, while I'm squeezing the shell
Came to the club alone I’ll probably leave with your girl
When I was putting weed on the scale, you niggas was watching Kenan and Kel, My nigga T in the cell reading his mail
I got the gun under the leather jacket, and if I pull it out I’ll leave more holes in you than a tennis racket
I used to be bummy now I’m fly, the niggas drop dimes, I’m throwing money in the sky
Grey Goose and the Henny got me tipsy, my buds green and fluffy like the Teletubby Dipsy
It’s got me thinking with a cloudy mind, Coming through with four rings like the Audi sign
Me and Cash got them Feds looking for the main stash
Me and Ki's the modern day Jay-z and Dam Dash
All about the money, I love scrillah, MC slash Drug Deala
[Verse 2: Skrapz]
Got the tints in the whip, Put the Clip in the stick, Bloods talking some shit, yeah I’m fully equipped
Bout to drive round town start bullying and shit
Bout to turn on heat with the 40 I grip
Bout to make shit peak on the streets that we’re living in
Even though the odds look bad I ain’t giving in
I ain’t giving up, Hard times come but I’ll grind
I ain’t living bruh, You shoulda known me better than that
And if I catch a nigga slipping and I’m peppering that
Lights out, White Sheet, Body Bag, it’s a wrap
They ain’t fucking the straps
Keep trying to tell the young lil cats that they shouldn’t try follow my tracks
Meanwhile I’m on the roads tryna build up my stacks
I ain’t trying to get slumped in my whip like Pac
So I’m holding my strap
And if a nigga gets close, whip it out, let it off, make his body collapse
[Verse 3: Cash Money]
Mi nuh buy gun fi show, my gun will blow, go toe to toe, paigan dem fi know, them got crazy bullet
Finger squeeze on the trigger, in the fray some bullet, nah nah
Yeah gun banging, Church’s man jamming, protect me life, yeah great unplanning
Coulda red, coulda blue bandana
Crime scene, yo rifle man slammin’
See them runnin’ a runnin’, trouble be comin’ a comin’
With some long gun yo for the dummy a dummy
Shot in the face, something that boy be tumblin’ and tumblin’
Give them a rampage, taking cash money me money
Me a crimescene, dunkno me feel it, dun lived the life, some boy them a dreaming
Never bust my gun and never mean it, every time I close my eyes I see Zino every minute
[Hook]
Since he went away, people always say
That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days
Zino always said, that if he went away
We should always ride, and let them go away
Since he went away, people always say
That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days
Zino always said, that if he went away
We should always ride, and let them go away
[Verse 4: Storm Millian]
Dope
For once I can think, how the mac will sing
I ain’t thinking la la la, I’m think bullets echoing
Travelling faster than a train, lift you higher than a plane
For my niggas and my dead homies I will blow his brain
Shake cook dirty face, niggas know the way I flow
Shake cook cocaine, road to the fucking bot
Niggas tryna chat shit, show em I’m in a different zone
Fuck that! I get it poppin’ anywhere the fuck I go
Lord knows, he will end up ghost by the minute
No Popeye eating spinach, cos firms as many digits
In the row, one after the other, bullets in his soul
He should’ve know, I don’t play if you come around Church Road
We be bare strong, shuffling burn crop, Earn dope, Keep that money flow
I ain’t stopping til my faith blow up, sky high, I want the whole world to fucking know us
Crimescene, yellow tape, Hold my niggas
[Verse 5: S Dot B Lee]
Come up in the strip, a little pan in the stick
Gang bang with the gang, with that extra clip
I got love for the bloods, I got love for the crips
I love fucking that gangsta bitch
And I love to discharge, from the small to the large
See a couple of them things in my uncle’s garage
Like Cash I’m protecting the yard
You can get it like Supas T if you wanna go hard
Couple of these chicks yeah I had to bone
Wouldn’t leave me alone, they even follow me home
If their man found out then it’s likely on
I already know the boyfriend don’t like Leon
So what if it might be on
Rolling in the rental, ride for long
And I ain’t even on the badman ting
But I beat gunshots on a pagan’s skin
[Verse 6: BG]
I’m riding my pistol, yes I pissed now
And I just fully loaded, and Imma get down
Me got a 40 in me waist
Look nah You’ll eyeball bullets in your face
Yo Cash Money, boy rides the AK with the whips
Banana clips with all extension clips
Boy dead quick, head fly without Visa
Bolt in my stray with Lisa
So what’s popping?
No, not that Church Road feds are clocking
They want to know where we go about shopping
Sun til early 10, so they parking
Like they wanna come with body wagon
That’s the burden rolling with bad gangs
Nobody can see them again
With no beg friend, money making to the end
Going out to wally gate with them
[Hook]
[Verse 7: Streetz]
Alright say no more
I spit crack, and every bar is war
All my fiends are fantastic, they want four
I need to get rich, I don’t want to be poor
The youngers got the block, like IKEA they slam drawers
Mum said standing on block ain’t a good cause
But I ain’t trying to do this forever, I’m trying to open doors
Cash rules everything, I don’t want to break the law
But the block makes more sales than boats on a seashore
Are you listening? I spit crack, Man I get it in
Don’t take it lightly if you see my niggas pedalling
The macs gone, but I got AKs that will melt your skin
Shell spitting out, it’s knocking bodies let me in
On the real I swear down it’s political
Not the guy from Bridge with designs but your Kritikal
Should’ve known better than talking bull
Now you got your frame all open like Kermit in Paid in Full
[Verse 8: P Dubbz]
This is the live some of us have gladly chosen
This is the live some of us have sadly grown in
I’m sorry to say but some of them won’t live to see their old age
It’s gone pear shaped in this road rage
Now it’s postcode days
Mind your colours, and watch out for the shit that your clothes say
This whole game is messed up I tell you
For a new identity, niggas will sell you
Out to the popoWatch how you move
There’s no rats in my dojo
No grass around my house, so there’s no snakes when I go home
But still I sleep lightly
You know I don’t know what it might be
Like tomorrow, you know in the end people like to follow
Having evilish thoughts, you can see through a man
But you can’t see from his heart, no love streets for a while
Now we can’t even dance, Migraine skanking
Somebody in the rave will have your migraine shanked in
[Verse 9: Fatz]
Flying up the country, with the food in my crutch
Super doing 140, gassing on the clutch
6 months back my nigga Nines had the palace
Switching up chicks plus weighing up cabbage
You can bring me anywhere
Imma be the same Fatz, I stay strapped, and bun a nigga A-SAP
I’m feeling like Bishop at the roof
Thinking who could I trust, I’m telling you the truth
So I’m stack on the Queen, gripping the machine
Fully automatic, you should see the magazine
Fire on the lean, straight crack that I’m spitting
Most can’t adapt to the life that I’m living
Guns near the dash, moneys in the stash
No time for girls, I fell in love with cash
If I could change my life, I wouldn’t change nothin’
Trying to make a mill before I’m lying in my coffin
[Hook]
[Verse 10: Mino]
Mino, Crimescene, you know, boy ain’t leaving
Shots hitting his chest make him breathing
The whole season, yeah my niggas are grimey
Nothing like electricians when lock off your light
Bout to hit him in the head, couple of breadwin beside
If the prick tied up, like the red in the tie
My niggas are full breeds, with no force
Take it back to the blades, give him the blowtorch
You can say I hate a nigga, it’ll be bare smart
I be putting in work, like the air force
And if you air talk, this is straight talk
Mac will be resting on your brain like some weird thought
[Verse 11: Baloo]
I’m big in to this, I big in to this
You can ask about me I’m a big artist
I couldn’t really care for who talks the hardest
It all sounds garbage, I spit retard sh*t
Niggas look and stare how my chain glow
Cos I’m from a place that’s got guns like Saints Row
You can get your wig caught back like a cainrow
No mortal kombat but shit can get fatal
I never claimed to be an angel
I done a lot of dirt, I’ve shot a lot of work
I rid out with the stralley, hit the stralley in the dirt
And all now I couldn’t really tell you was it worth
But now I know my purpose since birth
Imma make it big before a nigga leave this earth
I’ve seen the highs and lows and even worse
I’m too grown now to be fighting over turf
[Hook]
