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Zone 2

Signed 2 The Streets

 

Signed 2 The Streets

(álbum: Demented - 2020)


[Karma:]
Had to get me a brand new ramzy, sadly daddy got nicked with mine
True say Mayski ran to the pigs so I think he's a snitch like sixty nine
I'm sick of these, sick of these guys how you 'garn say we don't ride for the block
When it's you that don't fucking ride look
No black blade like Wesley please don't tempt me I'll dig it in deep
Got real life beef and I'm really in deep
Like Lil Durk, I'm signed to the streets
Life ain't a game but they hide we seek
Eek, eek, they don't want beef
Had a few opps but many decreased
Dead, turnt into henny and weed, look

It's Peckham b (Pecknarm)
We're the legends b
Gang pull up bang they decease
Please, please don't talk on my team
Gang grip shanks and war machines
Loosescrew dashed while making a scene
Bro, bro, bro pull out the ting they Moscow March and then bleed
Moscow March and die, why? Cos them man are just neeks
Fuck it I don't wanna talk 'bout them and the whole of my block's too on
True say no one can talk 'bout Pecks and all of my opps are wet
How many mans been shot and cheffed?
Yo, 15 inch on my leg and we still got waps on the ends
Free LD, free Denz, free Shaysqueeze, free Varnz, free Klemz, free PS, free Soaks, free Kenz
Free all my guys man free all my friends
And when we ride out it's ments
All black like the night time try blend
Swing, swing, arm extend (splash)

Had to get me a brand new ramzy, sadly daddy got nicked with mine
True say Mayski ran to the pigs so I think he's a snitch like sixty nine
I'm sick of these, sick of these guys how you 'garn say we don't ride for the block
When it's you that don't fucking ride look don't tempt me I'll dig it in deep
Got real life beef and I'm really in deep
Like Lil Durk, I'm signed to the streets
Life ain't a game but they hide we seek
Eek, eek, they don't want beef
Had a few opps but many decreased
Dead, turnt into henny and weed, look

[Trizzac:]
Car door or that wap, if I see opps then they both get bussed
Like , no fuss, no fuss get chinged in your mouth for talking tough
Call me a one hit wonder, I hit it once and then I wander off
I swear down I really love cheffing why do you think that I weigh so much?
We got down two but throw two's up
Fuck, woulda thought that a nigga was Dutch
I want the big dogs but I still hit pups
Split that juice like I dropped my cup
Duck if you see this skeng rise up
We aim to kill this ain't no luck
Splash, ew, gross, yuck
But I still love when I ching man up
And I love when the kitties are clucking
Cos they're due to put money in my pocket
Fuck it, do them drills in public
Rambo knife on my waist I tuck it
What's all the bullshit, what's all the ruckus?
Them man are neeks, clowns, muppets
Two tings want a threesome I love it
Now they're tryna bruck it, bruck it, bruck it

[Karma:]
Had to get me a brand new ramzy, sadly daddy got nicked with mine
True say Mayski ran to the pigs so I think he's a snitch like sixty nine
I'm sick of these, sick of these guys how you 'garn say we don't ride for the block
When it's you that don't fucking ride look
No black blade like Wesley please don't tempt me I'll dig it in deep
Got real life beef and I'm really in deep
Like Lil Durk, I'm signed to the streets
Life ain't a game but they hide we seek
Eek, eek, they don't want beef
Had a few opps but many decreased
Dead, turnt into henny and weed, look

[LR:]
Your bredrin's dead, your bredrin's dead, your bredrin's dead, your bredrin's dead
How you talk on my friends like it don't make sense
Like we don't slap it bait in dingers or peds
How you get splashed then sent to pen?
Paul got captured, screamed like a sket
She don't even know the demons in my head
Never had to but I proved what I'm on
Go ask what I done shoulda left him dead

[Karma:]
Had to get me a brand new ramzy, sadly daddy got nicked with mine
True say Mayski ran to the pigs so I think he's a snitch like sixty nine
I'm sick of these, sick of these guys how you 'garn say we don't ride for the block
When it's you that don't fucking ride look
No black blade like Wesley please don't tempt me I'll dig it in deep
Got real life beef and I'm really in deep
Like Lil Durk, I'm signed to the streets
Life ain't a game but they hide we seek
Eek, eek, they don't want beef
Had a few opps but many decreased
Dead, turnt into henny and weed, look

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