CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Groundworks Cypher 2020
Yo, yo, yo, it's your boy Denz and Renz
Listen, we got the 2020 Groundworks Cypher, yeah
It's about to be a movie
What you tellin' me Renz?
Let's go, my bro
It's your boy Potter Payper, right now you're locked into the Groundworks 2020 Cypher
Groundworks Cypher 2020
Tshe, tshe, tshe
Krr, pow
R14
Trusty
Yo, yo, yo it's Hunchollini aka M Huncho, and you're locked into the Groundworks Cypher 2020, big up Groundworks
Krr, listen
It's like everyone's beefing the 9, I'm baffled
Boom him off with a brush, no basil
If you got beef with my block, let’s battle
I think we left teeth on the floor, I’m rattled
Opp block trip with a shank on my hip, on the stage, it's a bladе near my ankle
I’ve had flicks and waps in thе rave when I’m dodgin' the Jakes, no case, I’m thankful
This white boy said he wants cocaine, so I bought Air 1’s in a box, I’m thankful
Pull up in a yard with trees, this room’s full of weed, I’m grabbin' a handful
On my Jacks, man rise with a chinger, or I’m with gang in a whip, that’s manual
You got touched but you claim you're a driller
You don't want smoke, you’re cancelled
Whoosh, whoosh, cancelled, said you don’t want smoke, you’re cancelled
Upsuh, I’m with a white pebs like Hansel
My 9 boys too lit like candles
Any problems on my strip, man handle
Dice man up with the steel, no Banglez (Uh)
I said, dice man up with a steel, no Banglez (Uhem)
I don't even like rappin' but I really bought me a mop
I don't even like rap, fat sh*t made me hot
It's too late to turn back, so I rap, and why not?
Trap got me a strap, cats got me a dots
Same spot had Febreze, I had white, I had B, I had sweets, don't sleep, two phones can't beat
I don't even like drill, 'cause my head's hot and I'm coolin'
I just beat case, beat a case
They only let me out in the morning
Yo, I don't like drill no more, it's tired cah bare man liars
If you lot saw my priors, you'd call me Michael Myers
I went 'round there on bikes, something got punctured and it weren't my tires
And you ain't seen waps get hired, and in the blink of an eye get fired
I just put plates and always get preparing
Jump out pop doors, not caring
If I wear jeans they slim fits, on the glides, them jeans are flaring
Put two in the dots, stay sparing
One red, one green, one each tried slap, both make them compare it
Hella caps for the opps, peak, anytime we make an appearance
They got hella chat for the cops, details in van what they're sharing
Don't think out loud when [?] tryna turn his head red like Sheeran
It's peak [?] cause the teeth don't fit, but it will if man pushed his [?]
Bootings out of these boot cuts, they ain't shooting, them man are shoeless
Lurk so long, man's due a rest
Them man aren't there, them man on a jurors
And anybody wouldn't try to throw their two pence
They're tryna overwhelm fellow against movement
Ask Dookie why he poked me, I tried poke him, but the shank never went in
It started bending, I got me a next ting
Come on then, let's go fencing
I got poked, but I poked up ****
I swing my shank, I can't throw no punch
On the phone to Hunch, those [?] headed those spins at lunch
I'm in the marsh no football pitch
Tryna violate, I got my shell shank from Digs
Just got a drop, there's an opp in the wing
No Ella Mai ting but my guys took a trip
The bando's TT gets dished
Let it lock, then the excess get rinsed
There's latex, we leave no prints
I'm in love with the rocks but the trap house stinks
On the road, my mash was a handgun
On the wing, my mash was a Samsung
On the three's no vest but they score, Iniesta
Three shanks gone, what a mad run
Skin out your pom pom last pass, when free press come through the door, I'm nice
My cell mate just went through free flow, and left me on my own, so I crashed off twice
I'm p*ssed cause the split boys better win paranoia
I spent 2 days on the wing with my lawyer
There's a smartphone in the Zanco
On the landing, and my [?] like Neuer
Grip my chef in the wing cause I'm chilling with Soya
A Mali bredrin on the wing got me screaming out "warya warya"
I'm a warrior, samurai ting when I bop round
Pop smoke if I pop down, I got trees on lockdown
Had to be put enough weed so the crops get chopped down
It's a mix of both in the Reno [?] in the B, that's gone now
It was gyally on me, now, a fellow on me
For sh*t VD, I'm gone now
It's a [?]
Bro just called me a jail cat
f**king hell man felt that
ID cards go fast man sell that, wrote three nights, now, [?] bro bought that
Can't spark too much gas in my cell flat
Good for my [?], still held that
One in each hand, now I'm swingin' my left foot chest cah the right one dealt that
I'm fresh, back and I'm better so who's getting put on a sweater?
If slap this dotty and hit my target, I still have 1 extra
Make bine, fly out the nines
Spill some heinz if I can't ketch up
How many yutes been cheffed up?
That's multiple stab wound stressed up
Break down bizz
That's bits and bobs
New kitchen, come work this knob
My gyal bruck out, work this pot
Should of had a camera man to work the shot
Talk to me about works, my mash didn't know what the problem was
But bro said he really act ecstatic
(Bust that bomboclaat, movie setting)
Lately, my dykes been mashing work
There's one way to handle war
They say I should rap, record, before I get bagged, gotta bang them doors
Big difference in a way that you act and talk, all falls down when it's bags and walls
Fool out of bounce, gang's on call, lacking and get done like who's that for?
Pressplay on opps, no pausin'
Real Rules in armor clapped at opps
He comes back to the block, I applaud him
See a man settin' no talking
Don't leg it if giving a warning
Longest shooter my court like Jordan
I'm just [?] cause they all informin'
Basic in between four corners
Nigz on the wing, smoke opps and wardens
Buyin' it, still on it, tour it
Roll up and boot it, we bore'em
Both dingers and [?]ts are foreign
Both crash it and cruisin', stout him, won't have him later so we doing it now
I get bagged, I don't move my mouth when its peak, I'm staying silent
What he do to say my doubt
Young boys in love with the ridin'
98, that's a violent crowd
Tell him, don't use it all when you find them
He starts firing and losing count
Tired making courts to get bindin'
It's a must not a reload down
In the kitchen, I'm doing up [?]
On the roads, I'm doing up [?]
If I push my blade in your [?], the teeth [?] gonna tear out your flesh
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Drill or rap, I dunno what they want
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Composure when we slide in ...
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I don't why this f**king guy lied, this guy ...
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n***as want chat bout gang, but it's Afghanistan when we pull up and crash it
None of them man are on badness
Bro wind down the window and bang it
My little bro died with blood on his knife, that's a honorable death for a savage
2 in the neck, 3 in the chest
We don't do normal stabbins
Splish, splash, big facts
More time its corn, that's crashin'
I was so patterned in the [?] had a kitchen in my spot, I was tryna get a wap in
2 [?] was matchin
I done about 98 slappins'
I've spent atleast 37 quid on burners, daughters life i ain't cappin
Cooking up the [?] then its proper
Chromey, copper
Couldn't give a f**k about a coper, fling this corn at a pig or a opper
Straps out the army
98s bring the straps to the party
The Tech cost more than your car key
No safety, one in the head
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Mazza!
In love with the T it's evident
Make a scene don't leave no evidence
Run man down, see his brodie leggin' it
Beef's live we deading it
Concerned they think I'm celibate
I ain't hear nothing I'm celibate
Jakes talking intelligence they don't know who's shellin' it
It's us man pulling up letting it beat
Take man's soul like teeth
Brand new heat, bro's beggin' for sweets
Give her a chance, she soon gon' beat
Ain't doing up net, keep it street
Behind the tints rolling lowkey
Scheme on crops bro take them free
Fry man's egg, what do you mean?
Gasoline, gasoline
Pull up on them, then show my speed
I run a man down with anger, endurance, police
Just screaming out "Please!"
Wet man down I don't give man grief
Bore man up celebrate with the team
Double S, tally, we're the dream team
Shotty come long like Yao Ming
Bad b she bruck it she a barbie
Come through 'cause I'm horny
Sydouk all morning
Bark it, reverse it and spark it
Don't stop till you hit the target
Bro, clart him
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New Handy shoot 2 at a time, gang got down 2 in a night
Gaze with a bruck slap two in the bruck, opp block start ruining lifes
I chinged up a opp and i watched him die, how the f**k did he get revived ?
Lil bro caught a M and he died in pen, sh*t turned me cold inside
Keep a hammer and a pack for the action
Billy from the Holly, I'm packin
Never lackin', I will do the mad ting, I will run up in your mumsie's house with the Mac in
Can't live my life, that's no way, no gloves, no bally, but I still came
A man can't tell me bout gunplay, I done 3 shootins' in 1 day
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I got the stick in the back of the range
Buss the door, let it rain
Whippin' and flippin' a brick of the caine
I called the plug and he came
Step on induction, they screamin' my name, I treat the wing like a stage
Step on your face like i step on the page, ain't tryna f**k up the suave
I don't talk much, I done laps
The school close, I done trap
In maths, phone on my lap
And tap, slip with my strap
Seven days in that trap
Eight get paid off that pack
I could be home with my Julie
Instead I'm runnin' down movies
See a wap, popped to Rudy
Got 2 P for your Gucci
Real street boy before rap
In 2010, they all knew me
I need two homes for this pack
One for cats, one for cash
I brought a gun to a shooter
Before I brought Ps to the jeweller
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Mazza, I'm back for good
They wanna know why I ain't been in the hood, half of B and 9 on Buj
Got me livin' just like I should
I know he wants to leave his friend
I can see it in his eyes and he knows he should
Back this wap on yutes, do drills, no clues
And they wonder why we drill their friend
Bro just tapped it close range
Plus two shavers, you ran out of luck
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Got down ---, should've firmed this ching
And bro grabbed him and kicked him, i did him
How many man turn victim?
Got chings to complete this mission
f**kin' victim
I'm a stalkin' villain
Don't call on my phone askin' me "who did it?"
I'm smokin' on Carna, sippin' on Nippon
I'm feelin' dizzy
Must be DD, or cheddar, or error
It's whatever
I smoke Latts, chase Stabbz
Saw Mogz, made him crash
Man know me, I'm bad
I try ching Rabba but the pussio dashed
Racks on this blower
Ain’t that jakes in my rear view?
On smoke, sh*t let me keep my composure
Jakes on my boys for drillings and stuff
f**k, gotta switch this motor
I might have to switch my pattern
Can’t stop trappin’
Waze for the map it’s waps for the madness
Still get it gone if it’s average could’ve been early when the mandem ran in
Big whips for the crashin’, could end up flattened
Big batty gyal are bruckin’ it up, I might have to leave my handprint
Could get that call when it’s time for duty
Rapid response for gang ain’t campers
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Listen, we got the 2020 Groundworks Cypher, yeah
It's about to be a movie
What you tellin' me Renz?
Let's go, my bro
It's your boy Potter Payper, right now you're locked into the Groundworks 2020 Cypher
Groundworks Cypher 2020
Tshe, tshe, tshe
Krr, pow
R14
Trusty
Yo, yo, yo it's Hunchollini aka M Huncho, and you're locked into the Groundworks Cypher 2020, big up Groundworks
Krr, listen
It's like everyone's beefing the 9, I'm baffled
Boom him off with a brush, no basil
If you got beef with my block, let’s battle
I think we left teeth on the floor, I’m rattled
Opp block trip with a shank on my hip, on the stage, it's a bladе near my ankle
I’ve had flicks and waps in thе rave when I’m dodgin' the Jakes, no case, I’m thankful
This white boy said he wants cocaine, so I bought Air 1’s in a box, I’m thankful
Pull up in a yard with trees, this room’s full of weed, I’m grabbin' a handful
On my Jacks, man rise with a chinger, or I’m with gang in a whip, that’s manual
You got touched but you claim you're a driller
You don't want smoke, you’re cancelled
Whoosh, whoosh, cancelled, said you don’t want smoke, you’re cancelled
Upsuh, I’m with a white pebs like Hansel
My 9 boys too lit like candles
Any problems on my strip, man handle
Dice man up with the steel, no Banglez (Uh)
I said, dice man up with a steel, no Banglez (Uhem)
I don't even like rappin' but I really bought me a mop
I don't even like rap, fat sh*t made me hot
It's too late to turn back, so I rap, and why not?
Trap got me a strap, cats got me a dots
Same spot had Febreze, I had white, I had B, I had sweets, don't sleep, two phones can't beat
I don't even like drill, 'cause my head's hot and I'm coolin'
I just beat case, beat a case
They only let me out in the morning
Yo, I don't like drill no more, it's tired cah bare man liars
If you lot saw my priors, you'd call me Michael Myers
I went 'round there on bikes, something got punctured and it weren't my tires
And you ain't seen waps get hired, and in the blink of an eye get fired
I just put plates and always get preparing
Jump out pop doors, not caring
If I wear jeans they slim fits, on the glides, them jeans are flaring
Put two in the dots, stay sparing
One red, one green, one each tried slap, both make them compare it
Hella caps for the opps, peak, anytime we make an appearance
They got hella chat for the cops, details in van what they're sharing
Don't think out loud when [?] tryna turn his head red like Sheeran
It's peak [?] cause the teeth don't fit, but it will if man pushed his [?]
Bootings out of these boot cuts, they ain't shooting, them man are shoeless
Lurk so long, man's due a rest
Them man aren't there, them man on a jurors
And anybody wouldn't try to throw their two pence
They're tryna overwhelm fellow against movement
Ask Dookie why he poked me, I tried poke him, but the shank never went in
It started bending, I got me a next ting
Come on then, let's go fencing
I got poked, but I poked up ****
I swing my shank, I can't throw no punch
On the phone to Hunch, those [?] headed those spins at lunch
I'm in the marsh no football pitch
Tryna violate, I got my shell shank from Digs
Just got a drop, there's an opp in the wing
No Ella Mai ting but my guys took a trip
The bando's TT gets dished
Let it lock, then the excess get rinsed
There's latex, we leave no prints
I'm in love with the rocks but the trap house stinks
On the road, my mash was a handgun
On the wing, my mash was a Samsung
On the three's no vest but they score, Iniesta
Three shanks gone, what a mad run
Skin out your pom pom last pass, when free press come through the door, I'm nice
My cell mate just went through free flow, and left me on my own, so I crashed off twice
I'm p*ssed cause the split boys better win paranoia
I spent 2 days on the wing with my lawyer
There's a smartphone in the Zanco
On the landing, and my [?] like Neuer
Grip my chef in the wing cause I'm chilling with Soya
A Mali bredrin on the wing got me screaming out "warya warya"
I'm a warrior, samurai ting when I bop round
Pop smoke if I pop down, I got trees on lockdown
Had to be put enough weed so the crops get chopped down
It's a mix of both in the Reno [?] in the B, that's gone now
It was gyally on me, now, a fellow on me
For sh*t VD, I'm gone now
It's a [?]
Bro just called me a jail cat
f**king hell man felt that
ID cards go fast man sell that, wrote three nights, now, [?] bro bought that
Can't spark too much gas in my cell flat
Good for my [?], still held that
One in each hand, now I'm swingin' my left foot chest cah the right one dealt that
I'm fresh, back and I'm better so who's getting put on a sweater?
If slap this dotty and hit my target, I still have 1 extra
Make bine, fly out the nines
Spill some heinz if I can't ketch up
How many yutes been cheffed up?
That's multiple stab wound stressed up
Break down bizz
That's bits and bobs
New kitchen, come work this knob
My gyal bruck out, work this pot
Should of had a camera man to work the shot
Talk to me about works, my mash didn't know what the problem was
But bro said he really act ecstatic
(Bust that bomboclaat, movie setting)
Lately, my dykes been mashing work
There's one way to handle war
They say I should rap, record, before I get bagged, gotta bang them doors
Big difference in a way that you act and talk, all falls down when it's bags and walls
Fool out of bounce, gang's on call, lacking and get done like who's that for?
Pressplay on opps, no pausin'
Real Rules in armor clapped at opps
He comes back to the block, I applaud him
See a man settin' no talking
Don't leg it if giving a warning
Longest shooter my court like Jordan
I'm just [?] cause they all informin'
Basic in between four corners
Nigz on the wing, smoke opps and wardens
Buyin' it, still on it, tour it
Roll up and boot it, we bore'em
Both dingers and [?]ts are foreign
Both crash it and cruisin', stout him, won't have him later so we doing it now
I get bagged, I don't move my mouth when its peak, I'm staying silent
What he do to say my doubt
Young boys in love with the ridin'
98, that's a violent crowd
Tell him, don't use it all when you find them
He starts firing and losing count
Tired making courts to get bindin'
It's a must not a reload down
In the kitchen, I'm doing up [?]
On the roads, I'm doing up [?]
If I push my blade in your [?], the teeth [?] gonna tear out your flesh
...
Drill or rap, I dunno what they want
...
Composure when we slide in ...
...
...
I don't why this f**king guy lied, this guy ...
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n***as want chat bout gang, but it's Afghanistan when we pull up and crash it
None of them man are on badness
Bro wind down the window and bang it
My little bro died with blood on his knife, that's a honorable death for a savage
2 in the neck, 3 in the chest
We don't do normal stabbins
Splish, splash, big facts
More time its corn, that's crashin'
I was so patterned in the [?] had a kitchen in my spot, I was tryna get a wap in
2 [?] was matchin
I done about 98 slappins'
I've spent atleast 37 quid on burners, daughters life i ain't cappin
Cooking up the [?] then its proper
Chromey, copper
Couldn't give a f**k about a coper, fling this corn at a pig or a opper
Straps out the army
98s bring the straps to the party
The Tech cost more than your car key
No safety, one in the head
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Mazza!
In love with the T it's evident
Make a scene don't leave no evidence
Run man down, see his brodie leggin' it
Beef's live we deading it
Concerned they think I'm celibate
I ain't hear nothing I'm celibate
Jakes talking intelligence they don't know who's shellin' it
It's us man pulling up letting it beat
Take man's soul like teeth
Brand new heat, bro's beggin' for sweets
Give her a chance, she soon gon' beat
Ain't doing up net, keep it street
Behind the tints rolling lowkey
Scheme on crops bro take them free
Fry man's egg, what do you mean?
Gasoline, gasoline
Pull up on them, then show my speed
I run a man down with anger, endurance, police
Just screaming out "Please!"
Wet man down I don't give man grief
Bore man up celebrate with the team
Double S, tally, we're the dream team
Shotty come long like Yao Ming
Bad b she bruck it she a barbie
Come through 'cause I'm horny
Sydouk all morning
Bark it, reverse it and spark it
Don't stop till you hit the target
Bro, clart him
...
New Handy shoot 2 at a time, gang got down 2 in a night
Gaze with a bruck slap two in the bruck, opp block start ruining lifes
I chinged up a opp and i watched him die, how the f**k did he get revived ?
Lil bro caught a M and he died in pen, sh*t turned me cold inside
Keep a hammer and a pack for the action
Billy from the Holly, I'm packin
Never lackin', I will do the mad ting, I will run up in your mumsie's house with the Mac in
Can't live my life, that's no way, no gloves, no bally, but I still came
A man can't tell me bout gunplay, I done 3 shootins' in 1 day
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I got the stick in the back of the range
Buss the door, let it rain
Whippin' and flippin' a brick of the caine
I called the plug and he came
Step on induction, they screamin' my name, I treat the wing like a stage
Step on your face like i step on the page, ain't tryna f**k up the suave
I don't talk much, I done laps
The school close, I done trap
In maths, phone on my lap
And tap, slip with my strap
Seven days in that trap
Eight get paid off that pack
I could be home with my Julie
Instead I'm runnin' down movies
See a wap, popped to Rudy
Got 2 P for your Gucci
Real street boy before rap
In 2010, they all knew me
I need two homes for this pack
One for cats, one for cash
I brought a gun to a shooter
Before I brought Ps to the jeweller
...
Mazza, I'm back for good
They wanna know why I ain't been in the hood, half of B and 9 on Buj
Got me livin' just like I should
I know he wants to leave his friend
I can see it in his eyes and he knows he should
Back this wap on yutes, do drills, no clues
And they wonder why we drill their friend
Bro just tapped it close range
Plus two shavers, you ran out of luck
...
...
...
...
...
Got down ---, should've firmed this ching
And bro grabbed him and kicked him, i did him
How many man turn victim?
Got chings to complete this mission
f**kin' victim
I'm a stalkin' villain
Don't call on my phone askin' me "who did it?"
I'm smokin' on Carna, sippin' on Nippon
I'm feelin' dizzy
Must be DD, or cheddar, or error
It's whatever
I smoke Latts, chase Stabbz
Saw Mogz, made him crash
Man know me, I'm bad
I try ching Rabba but the pussio dashed
Racks on this blower
Ain’t that jakes in my rear view?
On smoke, sh*t let me keep my composure
Jakes on my boys for drillings and stuff
f**k, gotta switch this motor
I might have to switch my pattern
Can’t stop trappin’
Waze for the map it’s waps for the madness
Still get it gone if it’s average could’ve been early when the mandem ran in
Big whips for the crashin’, could end up flattened
Big batty gyal are bruckin’ it up, I might have to leave my handprint
Could get that call when it’s time for duty
Rapid response for gang ain’t campers
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