Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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 **** in the hottie
I'll call big bros if I need that shotty
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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, don't trust no one
If they want war, ready for war
Knock-knock-knock
I answer my door
[Verse 4]
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 till my kicks turn red
And if you try again, put the blame on you
[Verse 5]
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
And 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
[Verse 6]
27 gang, we don't ride for the net
Them boys call cops when everyone 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 don't cross them district lines to the field
We go to war like Navy Seals
Keep weapons concealed when we are out for the kill
[Verse 7]
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 are you fooling?
Who they drilling? What shanks are they pulling?
Still in the trap, consistent movement
In love with the war like military units
[Verse 8]
Military homes I'm staking out
My hitters in the trap tryna make it out
My 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
[Verse 9]
Anything twenty-one will get got
I'm leavin' 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 his from their side
[Verse 10]
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 end
Where the pigs are opps and the gangs your friends
You're not me and your crew's not them
They talk about war, lad, where were they then?
[Verse 11]
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 shhhh and nothing's changed
Written by: A
