No Filter (Suspect)

M1OnTheBeat

Rambo battles and gun fights
On-sight anything 1Side
We're only a quarter of Camden
But we make three quarters of the gun crime
That's Broadday, Blitz and Yevz just slappin' it
Me? I'm known for stabbin' it
Pop doors had ten man panicking
Gang be a few but gang straight savages
They all hate Sus so mad at him
He picked the dark side like Anakin
Dressed in black like Vader, no lightsaber
ZK tear through your abdomen
'Cah he was so pumped, his lungs got punctured
One more time? We'll package him
Name your mеmbers
All of them AG victims, packs and cabbages
Lil' man slippеd, turned pack, oh no
Big man slipped, turned pack, oh no
Chinx got bored in the chest, oh yes
Fuck the diss songs and ride, you joke
Man put fear in their heart, ask Pepper
I was runnin' him down on Hampstead Road

Munster Square where Culps got-got
They left his chest with a big fat hole
When my man died, he was cryin'
If they said he had a heart of a lion, they're lyin'
Blitz was there when Pepper was dying
Chinx was there, I dare him deny it
Chinx got yinged, what a brilliant get-back
How you gon' brag 'bout a shitty ass pellet?
You don't recall but Eazy remembers
Holdin' your wounds like hold on Derek
Hold on, wait
How dare you talk on the A's, you got no K's
Fourteen times when Lebz got shaved
That's the third time I taped your estate
Had two shanks but had no tekkers
Gutta held one and left his mate
Not the first time we made him run
Know Culprit's lookin' down, in disgrace
Jokin', Culprit ain't in the sky
He's up in my riz', I'm 'bout to get high
If you bought me clothes, then pigs gon' fly
I had to burn clothes, when I got his guy
Hampstead Road, they got GSqueeze
Bare headshots, he was screamin' "Please"
Bore man up 'til he starts convulsing
Can't throw P's or C's 'round me
Ask their whole block, if they seen that smoke
You can't throw barbecues in peace
They back their mash, then hide behind hoes
Like we won't hit barbies too, my G
How many times me and Goose locked eyes?
He don't think twice, just keeps it steppin'
Yevz, that's 007, chest-shot Nutty in front of his bredrins

Rambo battles and gun fights
On-sight anything 1Side
We're only a quarter of Camden
But we make three quarters of the gun crime
That's Broadday, Blitz and Yevz just slappin' it
I'm well known for stabbin' it
Pop doors had ten man panicking
Gang be a few but gang straight savages
They all hate Sus or mad at him
He picked the dark side like Anakin
Dressed in black like Vader, no lightsaber
ZK tear through your abdomen
'Cah he was so pumped, his lungs got punctured
One more time? We'll package him
Name your members
All of them AG victims, packs and cabbages
Lil' man slipped, turned pack, oh no
Big man slipped, turned pack, oh no
Chinx got bored in the chest, oh yes
Fuck the diss songs and ride, you joke
Man put fear in their heart, ask Pepper
I'm runnin' him down like I'm gonna kill you, fuck
I'm runnin' him down like I'm gonna kill you
Ha-ha-ha



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Writer(s): Dirty Ounces
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