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Listen Two L, two-three, we saw those sirens Get the drop, slime him, call it blood diamonds VVS on flick, have to combine them Dumb yat put brick in the wrong Pyrex, yuck Broad day on the crash, I brought the hi-vis On the block with the gang for all the timers And know I'm high risk Got oppers gettin' pressured like my diamonds did Hella man just pree, they're not that violent And my gang just rep my block I ride in Ain't a four-five thing, it's a Star 9 thing He's not providin', he's on a shy thing (Dickhead) More oppers to pick the block, dividin' But they're all hidin' cah we're all glidin' Bine 'em, binе 'em, fuck the wrong timin', knife him, slimе him Leave the machine in the council flat If there's opps on the block, then hung up the wap Wouldn't have trusted a cat, bet that bitch is tapped And you turned ghetto angel, no cap Lift up your hat, bullet Whack, we aim for corpse and watch all the chat Reverse and slap, bullet Whack, 2-0-2-3's 'bout to get mad Lit up (Lit up, lit up, lit up) From Letras Mania