(I'm 'boutta get real disrespectful in this motherfu-)
Su-Su-Suwoo
(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)
(Sting like Aybee)
Ay Sus get ready
Ay S, say we jump out and ching at his belly
Let me get close, keep steady
Imma jump out too, get cheffy
You do the chest, Imma deal with the heady
Let's hope that we put him on telly
Murder on My Mind like Melly
Then we got 2pacs, Makaveli
Then bro got AG a hat trick, suttin's head got lit like a match stick
Remember we got down Squeeze in Cumbo
Guess that he'll never be match fit
I saw their main akh do backflips
I see a man leave your bitch when Broadday crashed it
I poke bare man in my bonnet
Don't care if you're fast like Sonic
Ever chinged man down 'til he nearly vomit?
Corn too fast so you can't run from it
Can't step to the mandem, weave 'im or bob 'im
Man put two in your noggin
Camden Town where bodies are droppin'
AGB, the violence ain't stoppin'
Spot them, got them, my man's rotten
Spot them, got them, my man's rotten
I'll chef man up like Assassin's Creed
Or punch man up like Apollo Creed
Yo, either way you still don't matter
I wanna see Blood like the red bandana
Free 2smokeyy, came with the hammer
Like Thor, you know that the gang's on war
I got man down with Greazy, free my nigga, keep bang on your door
Keep bang on your door
Bro came home when he upped that score with the .44
You'll end on the floor
AGB, my loyalty's sworn
You can get hit with the corn or sword
Either way still get sent to the Lord
You can get hit with the corn or sword
Either way still get sent to the Lord
Spin a Benz on your flats
On wass, the best defence is attack
Two waps and the Polo with 3 Gs
Pop Out, leave man in the Box like Jack
Do roads still gotta do maths?
We out for a K or doin' up trap
Ever seen triple S just going insane?
You ain't seen suttin' more sav'
My niggas too Greazy, Yevz too mad
One-man step to show who's bad
Ever bonded over a ride
Now loyalty's sworn, can't break that pact
We ain't Blood Brothers, we brothers in blood
That's from the streets to the mud
Gang spilt pints of blood, so who want smoke with the AG tugs?
Ay Sus get ready
Ay S, say we jump out and ching at his belly
Let me get close, keep steady
Imma jump out too, get cheffy
You do the chest, Imma deal with the heady
Let's hope that we put him on telly
Murder on My Mind like Melly
Then we got 2pacs, Makaveli
Then bro got AG a hat trick, suttin's head got lit like a match stick
Remember we got down Squeeze in Cumbo
Guess that he'll never be match fit
I saw their main akh do backflips
I see a man leave your bitch when Broadday crashed it
I poke bare man in my bonnet
Don't care if you're fast like Sonic
Ever chinged man down 'til he nearly vomit?
Corn too fast so you can't run from it
Can't step to the mandem, weave im' or bob im'
Man put two in your noggin
Camden Town where bodies are droppin'
AGB, the violence ain't stoppin'
Spot them, got them, my man's rotten
Spot them, got them, my man's rotten
(Fuckin' killers man
CK, Yevz, Strika, Blitz, Smikey
Ay, free all my fuckin' AGB members man
Ay, ay
Niggas know where I'm at, HMP tourin'
Ay, ay)
(Free Armed Response, bruv)
(Trust me)