[Intro]
Gaza
A's up G's up till i free's up
Bu-Bush!
SF, Squeeze first
I love Chris Rich

[Verse]
How many man can rap and tell no lies
All the things I've done for the guys?
Done more than risk my life
Splash man deep tryna see inside
This beef won't end till all the opps' dead, that normal (Normal)
We get opps down, that plural
Last time I stepped, I left man awful
That's another point for the scoreboard
Been takin' over
Back in the day they was winning
But things been different ever since man got older
We carry this beef on our shoulders
This beef on tops, and I hate these opps
So it's only right that I spin their block
I ain't gotta talk to much
Cuz they know it's us when their friends get shot (Bu-Bush!)
Still warring
And it don't get boring
Last time I caught man bored him
Man'll step over there no warning
Get caught, that's your family mourning
So you better stay on your feet, no falling
This ain't a game, there's no respawning
When I step I got it on deck
So you best approach with caution (Best dash!)
I ain't lost no friends but they lost their buddies
Knife work mad like Chucky (Chucky)
Get caught wit' your yute man'll kick that buggy
I swear this beef is ugly
Bro ain't gotta say a word
If you put his shoe, then I'll turn man duppy
And I really got a fetch for spinners
But lately I kinda fell in love with the brucky
Never been the one for verbal
Leave that shit to the opps
I slapped my man wit' the spins
But last man guy I hit got slapped by the dots (Where they at?)
They always ask why I'm so violent?
I grew up on a violent block (Gaza)
He got, got
And he got, got
All now they still making songs?
Pull up, bang it or I'll splash him
Either way I'm tryna turn man off
No cappin' in my rappin'
I'll leave the booth now if I get that drop
I was in O with Steg
Got a call that opps in the ends and I left that spot
Better not sit on the fence
If I see with them just know you might end up shot
War is war
Music's music
Fuck with the gang then you must be stupid
[?] with the tag and still do bootins (Bootin's)
Reckless, reckless
Swear down should've seen the way I left him
You know I'm on, don't ask no questions
Them man fake I call them wrestlers (Wrestlers)
You best show respect we're some real life drillers
If it weren't me it was C that did it
That boy got got by the gang good riddance
Back to the block man backstrap billin'
Them man take L's we keep on winnin'
All the things I've done is horrid, I prey to god but I can't stop sinnin'
[Chorus]
Back in day was throwing up blue
Nowadays all wanna do I turn man red
Used to run man down for fun
Now for fun man fill em with lead
Rise that wap up fry him
Aim up higher
I've never been the one for legs
Anytime SF go on the lurk it's murder
Or some serious attempts
Back in day was throwing up blue
Nowadays all wanna do I turn man red
Used to run man down for fun
Now for fun man fill 'em with lead
Rise that wap up fry him
Aim up higher
I never been the one for legs
Anytime SF go on the lurk that's murder
Or some serious attempts