92 Baby

OC living, that's organised crime, man (JBJ Productions)

Run 'round there, let's fry man (Diligence)

(Simba, I'm surprised to see you)

Ride, no Uber, super, I beg a boy please try mad–

Dbo Fundz, you can't miss me on road

Yo, spin that

Is that my man?

Hold up, let's find man

I take my shots, my shots don't miss

Never wave my stick like a blind man

OC living, that's organised crime, man

Run 'round there, let's fry man

If get charged for the M, that's life, man

I ain't tryna do no time, man

Yo, hold on

Where's my man?

Let's hop out and grab man

At the back of the ride, no Uber, super, I beg a boy please try mad man

Them boys my son like junior, everyone knows dtown where you'll find man

Would jump out, let's fry man

Not on beef, don't waste my time, man

Yo, since **** came back from the gulag

Please tell me did your mandem slide?

Add a K to the 9, no K9

All of my opps just bark, no bite

Uh, them man stay inside

Don't lie, you don't go on glides

And wanna spit my name on a mic when your bro-bro **** went fought for his life

And I never got chased by a rambo knife

But your bro got chinged by a rambo knife

Every other time that we go on glides

The number of patients in the hospital rise

You should thank God for your bro-bro's life

'Cause really and truly the boy should've died

Most of my opps been hospitalised

But they still love talk on my 92 guys

They can't talk on me or the gang

Cah most of their guys been cheffed up, done up

*** got yinged by bro on the bside block

I don't know how that yute still got up

They don't make no bands, get your bread up

Sleeping on hospital beds, aren't you fed up?

I ain't seen them yutes in a while

It's like none of 9ers wanna be dead up

Yo, hold on

Broski, were you there when we slid to the 9?

**** got done, Ozzy ran for his life

I can't blame that kid, he was petrified

Need to stay on my grind, but the money keeps calling

I'ma shot two packs, I'ma bust a rhyme

Yo, back-back to the trap one time

Cah all I like see is them euro signs

Spin that

Is that my man?

Hold up, let's find man

I take my shots, my shots don't miss

Never wave my stick like a blind man

OC living, that's organised crime, man

Run 'round there, let's fry man

If get charged for the M, that's life, man

I ain't tryna do no time, man

Yo, hold on

Where's my man?

Let's hop out and grab man

At the back of the ride, no Uber, super, I beg a boy please try mad man

Them boys my son like junior, everyone knows dtown where you'll find man

Would jump out, let's fry man

Not on beef, don't waste my time, man

That's OCG, that's organised crime gang

You don't really wanna buck this batch

Who's that? Slide back, let me hop out the ride

I'll ying him, you know my **** ultra attack

No cap, listen, ahk, if I bring you right back

Bro fought bros and a **** didn't fight back

How they move like that? Guess my boy right back

He's on top of the fields, left a **** right back

I ain't on no verbal thing

I got sticks and stones that'll break man's bones

I don't play no games like Thrones

'Round here, we defend man's city like Stones

My blade done ripped through clothes

When we're doing up drills like cone to cone

Like Sherlock tryna wreck these homes

You know you can get sprayed, no hose

If we put one man in a box

You know judges will try hand out birds

But your bird can hold the box

If she chats on the gang, bro, I know you've heard

I wanna re up in a box and set up shop

Make these packs fly out like birds

Rose got left on the rasclart kerb

92 baby, not from 63rd

No 63rd, from the A92

Where we from we don't fuck with the 9

Jump out the ride tryna yuck that, yuck that

Yo, really tryna itch man's spine

I remember times when we got down ****

He was there on ground tryna scream for his life

Don't get me vexed, I've been in the field for time

Really tryna let corn fly

Spin that

Is that my man?

Hold up, let's find man

I take my shots, my shots don't miss

Never wave my stick like a blind man

OC living, that's organised crime, man

Run 'round there, let's fry man

If get charged for the M, that's life, man

I ain't tryna do no time, man

Yo, hold on

Where's my man?

Let's hop out and grab man

At the back of the ride, no Uber, super, I beg a boy please try mad man

Them boys my son like junior, everyone knows dtown where you'll find man

Would jump out, let's fry man

Not on beef, don't waste my time, man