9Th Street HB Freestyle

Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyle

Now, this one's been most requested for a long time

So it's only right we sort it out

9th Street, HB Freestyle

(Brigades, Brigades, Brigades)

I ain't gonna do too much talking

You know the faces, so let's just get into it

(Kayman made this one, Kayman made this one)

(9th Street the team, Bitch)

(Kayman made this one, Kayman made this one)

Mom said, "Boy, you're too shallow"

I don't do what I'm told

No breakfast, just dinners

When I'm in the kitchen scraping bowls

Opps get hit, scripts get flipped

Flipped like an old school phone

And this trap house here ain't hot

This T here's unknown

Pull up and have man shifting

Do dirt on my own or assistance

Man get popped like blisters

Man behave like sisters, some bitches

I'm in OT in a village, not bista

And these scripts get flipped like Rizla

Beef on sight, like I could never let that slide

Four man when he we go on a glide

Two strapped in the back, one passenger side

Can't say that the beef ain't fried

None of my close ones cried

They hear .44 with a .60

The same time my lil' **** got life

And I pree'd on the opp boys twice

They can't talk 'bout K's on the 9

Man get 'round there on bikes

They got 'round and tried

But the opps can't talk 'bout slides

I just sent a postal out

Man I prayed that my broski's nice

It's still free the guys, and bro-bro's mash still on Brigh's

Them man good, they can't talk to me about road

They shoulda stayed in school

And anyone I see in the hood that's shotting

Or robbing, especially if we ain't cool

Who is who? I dont play with no random yutes

This ain't no 8 Ball Pool

I took trips, that's me and Paul

In the whip hoping that I don't get pulled

Who's that feds in the opposite junction?

No eye contact, that's all hot

Opps can't talk about ride-outs

I ride out and they ridin' off

Like shit then, you shoulda seen

The way bro try write him off

I gotta hit men

And it don't take a price for bro to light 'em up

Real bad boy shooters, like Booka

Three, .44, 9th Street, Freddy Krueger

Sticking up rap boys, sticking up shooters

The hoopty's full up

I told man move up

See an opp anywhere? Man plug that, man does that

See an opp and cut that, man love that

No chill, like fuck that

Man fuck that, if your girl won't bruck dat

Shit's all mad up

Bro's still on the wing like Salah

Man I've been so low, come back up

From thirteen, man, I got my cash up

Don't complain, comply

Chop that shotgun right

Pull up, lettin' it rain

Opp block, six-man deep like Pain

Gun kick back like Tekken

But still flip shank, my favourite weapon

If I can't blast, then I'll wet him

No half heart, I can't left him

If this bruck back got lead in

Then I'm defo dishin' out shellin's

Tell the opp boys get bread in

If bro down or not, I can't let him

Enough said

9th Street, HB Freestyle, Joey Clipstar

Let us know who should we get next

I don't think Manny is gonna do that so

(9th Street the team, bitch)

Try your best