Blood around the scenario
Thugs pull guns in wheel barrow
The road look old, bold and narrow
Sounds like bomb but not bottle we throw

The land is grim - Not it seem
The blood is real - Faith it is
One way street
No one take a seat
When the sparrows dispose their shit
And we see vultures smiling on top of the tree
Signals the time to start the 'G' skit

Shooting the spinning coin
Ti's not a try of luck
One drop in ya skull
Is the end of all
So many have fall
But I'm betrothed to this
The air is ma gum

Corpse on floor
Leaves on flaws
Bones all falls
Scores non-stop

The knows we are pair-less
Bloody riot - We call it a contest
This is more than drama
We cause more than trauma
Broad of vipers - We spray
We fire - To break their spinners

[Verse 2]
We fuck the 'G' in the hardcore
We fall-We slip-No back up
Dat's why we gang up, spark up, cock up
So cops get is lock up

This is no psycho-mentality
We only fight for the ghetto-versity
We spit to them with curiosity
Their children even dance to it like sandalilly

[Bridge]
When will you make it real bin god
Ye perambulator, until you get late
Fuck cock, Slug broad, come oh Lord
that's the laity phrase