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next up (original) - c1 (lth) lyrics

[intro]
you know how i stayed alive this long? all these years? fear
the spectacle of fearsome acts
somebody steals from me, i cut off his hands
he offends me, i cut out his tongue
he rises against me, i cut off his head, stick it on a pike, raise it high up so all on the streets can see
that’s what preserves the order of things, fear

[verse 1 – c1]
me and s, that’s a two man step
and if you don’t think we’re patterned, we both got gloves
that’s de gea and cech
how many mans been splashed and vexed
they ain’t put hands on skengs, they’re wet
shotgun long or short, it’s still on the back of the pcx
all now it don’t make no sense
them man tried lurk one time, man crashed, and they ain’t ever been back again
only god knows, wagwan for them
ta controlling the dinger, me in the p-ssy, it’s looking all ments
you can’t afford to get cheffed on the mains, rudeboy you’re looking at death
bare man run when the suttin’ gets rised, two l’s like let’s lurk twice
had nuff youts gone on the top, s did him dash on lark or rise
mums life that spin ting hypes
me and gang when we’re out on the ride
undies on to the kid, then the tighest sp-ces c1 hides
i been on countless glides, and the feds dem can’t name one
i’d rather be in the t with grams dicing 1.1s
got sweet ones onto the gang, it’s nuts
showing off breast and bums
do a drill then back to the slums
i can’t wait ’till i lock this one
i put nuff stress on their head, i can’t make marjay bury her son
they know that we out with skengs on peds, dot dot ready to dump
if you speak with your chest get slump
notorious hill get anyone bun, if you know then you know ’bout a tulse hill tug
i ain’t tryna leave man rubbed, splashed and chinged, that’s your insides f-cked
corn in the air, better watch your touch
man can tell me nuttin’ ’bout them boy, them man ain’t got nuttin’ on us
they say c1’s next up, this is for shaq so i can’t give up
ride on the other side, gangs too nuts
it’s only the bros man can trust, i still go shop where shh got touched

[verse 2 – jaysav]
you can’t talk like your with it, you’re not
see, cos i seen man jump out the ride, try jump back in but the whip was gone
i’ll jump out the ride and splash man, jump back in then the whip is gone
i’ve been sitting in the trap for weeks, me and ramsey we go half on prof’
you can’t call this a derby match
they ain’t really our rivals
tell bro “don’t dash that shank when you juice him, you’ve gotta learn how to recycle!”
you don’t trap but you know you should
still ride but i know i shouldn’t
cs up when you see this gang, i back my shank but you know he couldn’t

[verse 3 – c1]
put your hands on caps, you’re buzzin’
i always walk with a knife, i dare anyone to touch my b-ttons
ding dong german, shotguns russian
how many times have we been round there?
mum’s life that they ain’t on nothing
backstrap spliff got my headback buzzin’
counter attack, no stuntin’
see them man in the field they dash
say swear down that there’s still one running
n-ggas ain’t on my batch, no way
opps see us and end up cutting
what’s in the duffle bag? how many bells has bro been dumping?
rasclaat, how many bells has bro been dumping?

- c1 lth lyrics

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