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dont make sense - 9th street lyrics

[verse 1]
i heard them man are on gang
but this sh-t just don’t make sense, if he was on man then he wouldn’t have ran
and this mask on my face all sweaty, but i can’t take it off cause the cameras on man
fill up the pcx just petty, and pray that the dots don’t jam
i just linked up with bro, and this smart car’s only for 2 so it’s me and bruckback with smoke
the feds on the way to the crashing, drive on the pavement, f-ck that, go
but let me not talk too tough, if i told you about a serious drilling i’d probably end up in scrubs, that day i was moving nuts
stepped to the opps feeling like taze, thats hold a second, and let me just grip on my weapon, see a paigan and teach him a lesson
or i still step outside with the headie and let it go suu-suu
in the bando, jugg jugg
turn up the heater, cook cook
this week i done whip so much, man i feel like i broke my wrist
bare dust just left from chopping, we rock it and add more prof on the list
you can call me harry potter, i’m still waving wands at kids
slap that off at the crowd, and look at the crowd just split
bruck it, set it, bruck it, set it, but we ain’t controlling thots
when i talk about brucking it, i’m talking about banging off my dots

[bridge]
man this sh-t just don’t make sense, like how could you call this beef when you don’t even back your friends
like you’re from the same d-mn ends

[verse 2]
tac get gone in a flash like lightning
i tell my young g dont move frightened, hop out the cab on-sight him
shout my young boy little sav, he’s like 5 foot 8, but he carries the longest shank
can’t believe that the opps burst blanks, like what would you do if my shh got backed

[bridge]
them man buying zanotti’s, like why would i buy zanotti’s
spending p’s on the waps do the drill’s dem properly
and if you ask me if the gang caught him and him, i’m like “hmm, probably”
and if you ask me if the gang caught him and him, i’m like “hmm, probably”

[verse 3]
like, backstrap that spliff and tear up that sheet like i tear up my paigon’s lungs
them boy just talk with tongues, live’o in the flesh they freeze, trip up and run
anything 4 get bun, back it out see the paigons run
can’t believe that my door got spun, i just got nicked for a loaded gun
but i’m on the opp block now with a different gun and i don’t know how
bruck it back, 2 sh-lls fly out, aim at heads, opp boys hit ground
or i’m in a bando with a whole load of weight, man i pray that the feds don’t kick this down
[?] chinged up a paigan, he ain’t come back till now
hit the strip, wrap it up in cling, and go dish that out
i do my ting on the ends, bro bro does his ting kway out
hit the strip, wrap it up in cling, and go dish that out
i do my ting on the ends, bro bro does his ting kway out
back your mates, best back your friends, bro wizz ’round try’na crash at heads
if you leave your friends then it don’t make sense
back your mates, and back your friends, bro wizz ’round try’na crash at heads
if you leave your friends then it don’t make sense
man it don’t make sense

- 9th street lyrics

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