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Opps |
| Postcode beef, we used to go to school with each other |
| Now it’s on if I buck yah |
| You’re ridin' with man or against |
| Sayin' you’re my bro, now you’re on different ends |
| It’s an eye for an eye, it’s a tooth for a teeth |
| With three .9's out we ain’t callin' police |
| In the streets, we only care about survival |
| With the killies, we don’t care about reprisals |
| Re-Retaliate then it spirals |
| Beef, man will shoot you out your Michael |
| Jordans, when you step 'round me, you step with caution |
| Trappin' on the block, drums awesome |
| Gun fires, somebody suffers |
| I bet you don’t wear the wrong colour |
| You-You know how it goes in the borough |
| They’ll be sendin' reefs to your mother |
| Streets ain’t sweet like Haribos |
| Postcode beef, better back your bros |
| Opps tryna rob you out |
| You better back your talk if you run your mouth |
| You’re smokey, you know how it goes down South |
| If it’s that or bring the thingey out |
| We ride on our enemies |
| If they catch you, then it’s rest in peace |
| Bad boys from ghetto, shooters from Peckham |
| Won’t hesitate to do you in a second |
| Mum ain’t gettin' paid 'til the 7th |
| No food in the fridge, yeah, man, it’s the 11th |
| Rose out of concrete |
| More murderer, pour Dom P |
| Violate my boy, we have to find him and ground him |
| No slippin', keep a thing in my trousers |
| Countless times I had to slide out |
| In a dinger so long, got a dry mouth |
| No love for the otherside, militant |
| It’s gets mad when they start hittin' innocent |
| Bystanders, oh, fuck it, where’s my manners? |
| O-O-Only care 'bout nice hammers |
| Shoot 'em up and bang for the ends |
| No gang shit, I bang for my friends |
| Streets ain’t sweet like Haribos |
| Postcode beef, better back your bros |
| Opps tryna rob you out |
| You better back your talk if you run your mouth |
| You’re smokey, you know how it goes down South |
| If it’s that or bring the thingey out |
| We ride on our enemies |
| If they catch you, then it’s rest in peace |
| Streets ain’t sweet like Haribos |
| Postcode beef, better back your bros |
| Opps tryna rob you out |
| You better back your talk if you run your mouth |
| You’re smokey, you know how it goes down South |
| If it’s that or bring the thingey out |
| We ride on our enemies |
| If they catch you, then it’s rest in peace |