Horror Stories (feat. Chinx (OS))

(ellis)

(Zanco, you done it again)

It was one of sticks by eye, didn't need scales

Now I want it gone quick, prefer wholesale

My killy said he's got a fours, it's got no bells

If it ain't got men, can't get no sales

They got me for a juicin', callin' it a stretchin'

And it weren't a bootin', went there with shelled holes, came back with Louboutins

They should really get their shoot on, but they're chicken like goujon

Tell me how we lose one, and everybody moves on

I promise if they land here, I'ma put my shoes on

Take my mind back twelve years and proper get my groove on

We chose this, we live it, my memory is vivid

It's a mind of a prison, I grew up kinda different

I didn't like a motive, I preferred a mission

I was goin' with my kitchen, just playin' my position

Slidin' and sinnin', knives always drippin'

I had a Lightsaber, he should've had his life saver with him

Left me at my worst, it won't matter now

Probably matter more when I touch the curbs

I grabbed a HB, half a chicken, half a bird

Mash your works first, think about the consequences afterwards

Man, it's hard to hurt, time made me numb

I never had no butter, bro, I had to make me some

Child of the jungle, the system went and made me one

I ain't comin' home, eighty-one

I can tell you what 80 done

He was fresh home and gave a O-P-P a dangerous cut, I tagged it too

Went home with matchin' boots, all for poops

Go there and crash the deuce

I know the ways, so I ain't gotta plan my route

The canon's on me, so I don't need a camera crew

I don't really think you see it from my point of view

You can't put an application in to join the crew

This is mob ties, G-locks and long knives

Spin the block twice, prayin' that an opp dies

It's on sight, that's anytime we look eyes

We cause grief 'cause many of them lost lives

I've seen them teardrops, bloodshed and years lost

So they can never have me scared, I only fear God

Hear what?

I got a phone call from Marshall

Still sendin' postals and parcels

I was on the yard in the 'Marsh too

You ever put a pack inside your arsehole?

More than a half O

Hottin' up the blue phone, I couldn't get a Zanco

Moved about a half bird, chicken like Nando's

Jail shanks are hard work, we couldn't get Rambos

One of sticks by eye

I was sellin' and smokin', gettin' high

They say that time flies, but that shit don't even drive

I'm still sayin', "Free the guys", you don't know what this feeling's like

(Zanco, you done it again)