MK1

Free the fucking guys

Free B1, free VD

Know what it is, HRB shit

Yo, yo

I'm in the back and I'm live with mine

Bro's there too and he's live with his (Live)

When I brang Rowdy Rebel to Mozart

That day there we had six in the spin'

Had an XD and a 9X filled to the brim

When I shot 'Mob Ties' with Twin

17 slugs got stuffed in the clip

When I went and recorded my Fumez 'Plugged In'

Spoke on bro, like how could you dare? (How?)

I link Stacy and Phil every day of the week like I live on Albert Square

Three for twenty my famous deal

Just phone my phone as soon as you're there

Natalie's only got eighteen pound But I'm lettin' her off, cah' life ain't fair

Still outside trynna' whack a jareer (Grr)

Still outside trynna' run up a mil'

My **** them trapped in xabsi

Stuck in a cell, man I know how it feels

Those who don't drill must drill

There ain't no reward for keeping it real

I was on the wing like Foden, had me shotting I.D cards to Phil

Im from the 'Zart, you can die if you snitch

But Ladbroke Grove, they're known to squeal (Snitches)

Please don't compare us to them (No)

My block's full of trappers and slappers

Really put **** to sleep with skengs

I don't wanna' hear 'bout SS

We made your bredrin sleep in tents

Remember when **** hopped that fence?

Pussy was quick, he should've got drenched

Step in my bando, nothing but zombies, my dargie they won't stop coming (They don't)

Had a Mali shaqaale called Mo Farah, wallahi, he won't stop runnin' (Wallahi)

Your' man is a fuckin' liar, I see a jareer and fire, you know how I'm coming

Two sticks up on the opp block, my ting jammed told broski "Bun him" (Get him)

Still outside trynna' run up a mil' (Run it up)

My **** them trapped in xabsi

Stuck in a cell, man I know how it feels

Those who don't drill must drill

There ain't no reward for keeping it real

I was on the wing like Foden, had me shotting I.D cards to Phil

Im from the 'Zart, you can die if you snitch

But Ladbroke Grove, they're known to squeal (Fucking rats)

Sluggy don't want smoke, he wants spice Sluggy's a bum, he ain't got no life Sluggy's been cuttin' his arm with a razor Sluggy made numerous attempts on his life (Crackhead) Officers know we got beef But they're still tellin' me that he's hangin' himself from the light

I don't even know how I beef these guys

Done drills on the 6, not once or twice

I could do label meetings with Cap'

Or go overseas and link up with the plug

Should be in studio, cookin' a mixtape

I'm in the kitchen, cookin' up grub

Bro's got tickets, he's pitching a pub

Get rid of them packs, they ain't coming to club

Some get trappy and some spill blood

Still trynna' leave them yutes in the mud (Gang gang)

Still outside trynna' run up a mil' (Run it up)

My **** them trapped in xabsi

Stuck in a cell, man I know how it feels

Those who don't drill must drill

There ain't no reward for keeping it real

I was on the wing like Foden, had me shotting I.D cards to Phil

Im from the 'Zart, you can die if you snitch

But Ladbroke Grove, they're known to squeal (Fucking rats)