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SK's moving mad, you know
Trap on pause, hands on swords
Me and Maggz went, shh got bored
I gave him three, but it should've been four
Still Woody

Trap on pause, hands on swords
Pop them doors, it's all for the cause
Me and Maggz went, shh got bored
I gave him three, but it should've been four
How many guys turned corpse?
This ain't beef, on my life it's war
Kick back mad, .32 with wars
Still in the hood, but I take them tours
Trap on pause, hands on swords
Pop them doors, it's all for the cause
Me and Maggz went, shh got bored
I gave him three, but it should've been four
How many guys turned corpse?
This ain't beef, on my life it's war
Kick back mad, .32 with wars
Still in the hood, but I take them tours

Way before man splashed up JJ, did you forget that I got down Shanka?
Screw crashed that corn, no Mayday
They talk smoke but don't want it like cancer
How many guys been splashed up?
Ace got chinged and then he turned Casper
Dizz got shot and then he turned rapper
We've got live corn for days, slap two in the dots, I ain't talking banter
Spill that juice, you won't see any Fanta
Stegz too loose, if you see him, better leave your Bruce
See the way that I was ducking down my man, must've thought it was Duck Duck Goose
He tried run, run out of luck, tripped and stop (Ching, ching, ching)
Bare juice and guts, on God the crime scene was nuts
I done it on my J's like Hus, one in the pump, lean and bop
I mean lean and dump it, that's us, that's gang who done it
***** stop it, TT done him, CB bun him, we scored
Dig that with force, on my ones, that's the trap on pause
The gang dem still breaking laws
Twin got chinged with a kitchen knife, he tried light, on God he got bored
There's so many names I can't say, 'cause I love my freedom
Young Dizz got caught then blazed, on God the fat prick was pleading
On my life, that b*t*h was bleeding
Bro just squeezed, let the teeth dem eat him
He's done, leave him, leave him, burn that tracky, it's normal procedures
Ay bro, bare holes in his torso, that's good that we left him leaking
If I get touched, on my mums, no speaking, just get 'round, I'll do it and mean it
Slap that wap, no gyal when I beat i
Do that stain, hit the belly, I'm eating
Had the broom in the ride tryna sweep them, Blackz had a mop on the glide, no cleaning
After we attending the scene, he was weeping, we ain't competing, we're winning, believe it
We ain't competing, we're winning, believe it
Trap on pause, hands on swords
Pop them doors, it's all for the cause
Me and Maggz went, shh got bored
I gave him three, but it should've been four
How many guys turned corpse?
This ain't beef, on my life it's war
Kick back mad, .32 with wars
Still in the hood, but I take them tours
Trap on pause, hands on swords
Pop them doors, it's all for the cause
Me and Maggz went, shh got bored
I gave him three, but it should've been four
How many guys turned corpse?
This ain't beef, on my life it's war
Kick back mad, .32 with wars
Still in the hood, but I take them tours

Still Woody

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