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Knucks
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Yo Ayy Who would've knew these two in my crew Would've still be my Gs since school I would've never have up and left if there wasn't a reason to North West and West to the death We was one for all and we all for one'ing Small don, seen it all from young But could never have saw what's comin' I first met Lz in primary Until Year 5, think sly, he didn't like me Started yappin' one time in line And from then we were tied like Siamеse TP come a lil' bit after, from a nеxt school in West We always deeped he a little bit smarter We used to eyeball off his test, like bless Then the bros got closer, left Alpha House Check 'em both in Mozart Roundabout when the term was over Mom 'lowed me out, but she said, "Don't go far" Then we hit Year 7, to the same school in Kenton I couldn't tell you my favourite lesson 'Cause all a don knew's detention Did I mention, that the tension was risin'? Back in the ends we reside in Lz's family and bredrins were tied in A guy from my ends didn't like him Man were gettin' bored and I ain't have a clue Recordin' in avenues 'Round that time got sent back to Naij But was still representin' my crew Who would've knew these two in my crew Would've still be my Gs since school I would've never have up and left if there wasn't a reason to North West and West to the death We was one for all and we all for one'ing Small don, seen it all from young But could never have saw what's comin' Remember when broski first went OT And phoned me, he told me the Queen's in purple Was always one to believe shit's verbal He said "Trust me, this tea's not herbal" Then the nerds that he worked for Taught him to fry up a bird like the colonel Who you callin' a chicken? If all went to shit, I was pickin' the bird call Like, no wonder they sent me away Was like eleven, alone on the terminal Cold, just tryna go home, it was hurtful All I wanted was mum's embrace When I came back Where I call home was a whole other place Dad said I'll come home to my mates But it was the lie for me Now I'm stood with an open plate, lookin' for rice and peas Doin' up Wiley, "Where's My Brother", lookin' to find my Gs If T wasn't around, I was runnin' with Lz Knuckles, Sonic and Tails But things changed in Summer '012 I caught game, he was flung in a cell They had T sittin' down for a robbery Probably the worst news then that could bother me But the same year, Lz cousin, my other G Died in a crash, blud, imagine the fuckery I couldn't even post R.I.P. 'cause some of my SK dargs might see Even though we made tunes in the studio And he would say he wan' bar like me Who would've knew these two in my crew Would've still be my Gs since school I would've never have up and left if there wasn't a reason to North West and West to the death We was one for all and we all for one'ing Small don, seen it all from young But could never have saw what's comin' Who would've knew these two in my crew Would've still be my Gs since school I would've never have up and left if there wasn't a reason to North West and West to the death We was one for all and we all for one'ing Small don, seen it all from young But could never have saw what's comin' So, that's why I'm like, bruv, like this shit is a blessin', bro The fact that all three of us are here And that dream's still possible D'you get what I'm say-, this is like, we're doin', bruv you're See, you're doin' it right now You get what I'm sayin' right now Man are all drivin', I copped my car the other day Swear? Yeah, I copped it, still Certi, still, certi still, certi, certi, certi ride? Man are, man are here, d'you get what I'm sayin'? We're makin' the moves that we said we would Yeah, man But Knucks was bad, bro, he was tapped, bro Blud, sit down 'ere and see Lit my bars leave them on repeat Knuckles, another rinse on the beat On a beef ting get knocked off your feet Blud, don't run you're gone It would be harder on your mum Cry over the death of her son 'Cause you get chewed like Trident Gum
Writer(s): Ashley Nwachukwu, Ronald Banful Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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