No Censor - Kwengface, Trizzac, LR

BIGGZ, the engineer baby

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If you don’t talk about drills (Drills)

They won’t love no more

(Ned-ned-ned) Ned just wanted a cheeseburger

Max, what you do that for?

Knockout’s juice gets spilled on the floor

Huh, now you done started a war

No ping pong, gang cutted thru' Burgess back and forth (Ping)

In jail, I smashed CDai’s head on the floor

Front line, nobody can cross it (But try now)

You can drive thru'

But nobody can walk it (Walk it)

L2, R2

Now GB in a casket (Dead)

Forensics setting up tents

Now them haffi white chalk it (Deceased)

Bill him up and just rass him (What the fuck?)

Incog got put in a spliff (Bill it)

GB got put in a spliff (Bill it)

SA got put in a spliff (Bill it)

Lil CJ got put in a spliff

OT nearly got put in the Rizz (Ugh)

Paul nearly got put in a Rizz (Ugh)

Naghz Max got bored in the wig

Gang love crash, bore and dip

Been Circle hella times on the road, we bored his bro

Could’ve fived Biggs

Give him like twenty or more no fibs

Pissed, should’ve got put in a spliff (Oh, shit)

Ay, remember when I bored up uh

I had a smile on my face, that was funny as shit (Ha-ha)

Cah I had the big man screaming like «mummy»

Nowhere near where his mumzy lives

(Trizzla)

My blade hit his chestplate

Next day swear, I had his best friend running (Kevin)

I done beat up Rampz in probation

He shouldn’t have pushed my buttons

Why’d you think that they call me Judas?

I laugh and giggle at my dead opp cousin (Incog)

Loose says that he chings he doesn’t (No)

Truss me gang done cheffed up dozens (Chinged)

I’m tryna see the opps get shot (Bow)

Same way GB done got-got (Bow, bow)

Or how CJ done got dropped

Surely dem man has had enough?

(They have)

But truss me, the beef don’t stop

So we’re out 'ere tryna put another in the box

I done beat up Jimmy before he turn dust

Twins and Loski watched Naghz get chopped

On the ride bro passed that hammer

Rock and roll till the drum Mick Jagger

It don’t matter, twenty-one years

Free bro, a real opp blammer (Bow)

If I scratch this yout, no mask

Then it’s back to the slammer, soc' and bang up

If I scratch this yout, no mask

Then it’s back to the slammer, soc' and bang up (Get it?)

Trizz, rise up things

Swing that shit, I know his intent was murder

Reverse that whip

It might be flizz, but I’ll do it and burn dat drip (Burner)

Leave LV jailhouse pissed

Still cut a man up, or we’ll swing our fists

And I swear on my life even govs' got hit

That day we got down Chris

(Rage-rage-rage) Rage got smoked like it’s 'Dam

And his dad got splashed

Come ride, like damn

Same day Loose got bored on his block

Loose tried dash, they shoulda got cramp

He ain’t got one, how’s he rapping?

He jumped off third floor, we got your lad

(Ain't) Ain’t got a suitcase when we be packing

Like Tiny knows we had his flesh on our shanks

Yo, ask when I slapped that lead

They’re lucky I missed, shoulda turned man pack

(Fuck) Fuck these ratchets

I need me a hot girl, would’ve thought that her name’s Katy or Pam

The boy got slapped, and it wasn’t with hands

Dingers or peds, what I’m into Milan

Rep three times three, grab the 9, let it bang

If I see any graves, now I’m pissing on that

(Yo) Yo, Deqwan got bored in his arm real quick

Cah the boy tried cover his tizzac

(Mars) Mars got cheffed by the W Street

True say it was me that did that

Rage is dead, SK’s dead

All now none of us man been packed

(Ride) Ride for Latz

On Sight got onsighted

All now he ain’t been back (Where you at?)

About five-O gangs man’s beefing (Uh-uh)

They either been shot or stabbed (True)

I tried drill it on a Circle yout up close

True say that the hand ting jammed (Lucky fool)

Yo, them man out for the Snapchat

Them man are nuttin' without their dads ('Low it)

PS just shot up the 9

Now man’s doing up cheeky snaps (Brap)

BIGGZ, the engineer baby