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bk chat ldn - 67 lyrics

[intro]
munro

[verse 1: monkey]
dem man dere’s chat like bk chat ldn
know, if the boys in blue weren’t there we would’ve locked that function
the feds said i can’t lurk on the opp block, some silly injunction
done it in ***, **** can’t forget **** (no way)
dem man really want an exposure
channel 4 and bbc soon know ya
we got [?] on the motor
bro had waps from motorolas
leg shot that’s dead
tryna slap man’s head, back or shoulders
backroad or main man lurk with revolvers stuffed with boulders

[verse 2: pr]
they slipped back so we chinged like three
i mean four, he got bored
step for the cause
two ls with my darrg tryna go for war
caught my man he got bored
he was twichin’ on the floor so i stabbed him more
sad still skengs we trust but times i bring my sword
*** how he left his hood
he got stabbed up twice when he felt dem sh*lls
latex no leathers, kweffers, i ain’t tryna leave no trail
free bro, gotta watch that mail
murder trial cah he got detailed
he weren’t ride or die when he got bored up quick tryna link his girl

[verse 3: sj]
new year, be careful
674 we sad, that’s spot and drop it’s careful
man’s doin’ up on two roads, ten toes ting or a four*wheeled vehicle
can’t get in the ride if i banned that
can’t serve the time that’s fearful
it was us that had two .44’s in a four*door no rap, no cap
that’s mandem’s face on the news and dat
that’s drugs and bootings and dat
bare man ting i ain’t shootin’ at dat
few roof, that’s cuckoo and that
feds still got that clue and my lil’ bro did it, leave it at that

[verse 4: dimzy]
i got a pocket rocket in my coat
but i spent like a rack on my coat, i’ll burn it
scribz got guilty, didn’t deserve it
djang got life, lil’ broski firmed it
i don’t wanna hear no talk from my man
we already burned it, dem really deserve it
i don’t wanna hear we ain’t been scorin’
he got turned into runts so i’ll burn it
hoes and feds are still tryna free man
free said he’s out there tryna clean man
1 .44 but we fried up three man
didn’t really wanna see man
who’s really gonna talk about the shaves
those days on the opp block done felt our blades
it was very nasty when we got down ***
bare strawberry and jam, ask ***

[verse 5: ching]
i spent too many years in the jailhouse
security shipouts got me on tour
every ring, every landing that i touched own no cap but suttin’ got bored
praise the lord, news report
60’s pull up and turn up the war
wass on wass, dem man dere cap
points on points, my n*ggas done scored
back then it was us doin’ two .44’s in the four*door and lettin’ it bang
drill it bape, any estate
f*ck your tog’s it was jump out gang
most of your team’s been chinged or blammed
shot or stabbed, that’s facts on facts
don’t talk about gb’s winnin’
free scribz, bow, get back gang

- 67 lyrics

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