Aye, 27, Section60, murda'
Pull up, pull up, my gang
No face, no case, no names
Putting work, doing dirt for the gang
I do it for the hood, I don't do it for the fame
Eye for an eye, on site, that's a hobby
No question running in catch a body
Keys to the whip, bad niggas in the hottie
I'll call big bros if I need that shotty
Two clicks, then bang, then everybody running
Been shot at and the trap got shot
But I'm never gonna stop
Paper chasing in the block
Paper chasing in the block
Feds post my head on the net
I ain't saying it was me, tell 'em double check
No face, no case, no evidence
Catch the enemies first and the snitches next
Me and my hitters are solid but young
Some locked up and some on the run
Some got caught, some never got done
They say live by the knife and die by the gun
I don't break bread with the ones that run
I'm a brother's keeper dont trust no one
If they want war, ready for war
Knock, knock, knock
I answer my door
Look, they are not from this side
They do not grip and ride
We do trips at night
Even in broad daylight
I'll chop them dogs on sight
Pussy, I never play the fool
Fool me once, put the shame on you
Kicking his head 'til my kicks turn red
And if you try again, put the blame on you
Nah, nah who's your witness?
Nah, fuck that, lad, I'ma turn this opp to a victim
Grab that ching and push it in
And give this dog a couple stitches
These days we got no love for the opposition
No love for the bitches
No love for the snitches
Free all my hitters and fuck the system
27 gang, we don't ride for the net
Them boys call cops when their friends gets cheffed
Chase down opps when they hit legs
Oi' lad go ride for your mate that's dead
Stupid pricks, who the fuck they drill?
They dont cross them district lines to the field
We go to war like navy seals
Keep weapons concealed when we are out for the kill
Fucking deceitful
How can they talk that shit to my people?
They are not drilling, their ends are peaceful
Make up lies, that side is deceitful
My side's drilling the scores unequal
So who you fooling?
Who they drilling?
What shanks are they pulling?
Still in the trap, consistent movement
In love with the war like military units
Can it be a hoodlum staking out
My hitters in the trap tryna' make it out
Brothers in pen, case still pending
Lord, I pray they make it out
'Cause they can take me out of my hood
But the hood in me, they can't take it out
My side itching to get to work
Jump out gang out the whip we racing to get him first
Anything 21 will get got
I'ma leave the cork when I pop it off
Put it on the gang if we let off shots
They all bang online, but on site they're soft
Nah, (aye) they thought I died (who?)
They got their own and I'm still alive
They dipped their mate
And he's from their side (ha ha)
Five in the car, three cars were set
Patrol our hood, which crew wants next?
Stop that opp, take his head, lad
Leave that flop, let's hope he's dead
They don't want to come around my ends
Where the pigs are opps and the gang's your friends
You're not me and your crew's not them
They talk about war, lad, where were they then?
That side's actors, they are not gang
Don't be fooled if they talk in a slang
That side's actors they are not gang
Your mate got sh- and nothing's changed
Like your last day up in your lane
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