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the things - cb lyrics

[intro]
a’s up
g’s up
n-ggas know
gaza
free my drillers

[verse 1]
the life that i live is violent
was five-man up in the whip on a opp block
and spent the whole day ridin’ (death)
they think i’m lyin’, this beef is fryin’
how many yutes been dyin’? (how many?)
how much blood got shed?
don’t ask me, go and ask them, this beef is real (word)
get ’round there for the vio
same way i’ll get round there for the thrill (bu-bush)
no one can tell me ’bout drills (no one)
we’re the reason the other side hide (word)
we’re the reason them man don’t chill (word)
we’re the reason they lose their lives (word)
we’re the reason them man get drilled (word)
we’re the reason they don’t go shop for their mum
when she asks, best tell her it’s real (on my life)
and this life i live ain’t promisin’, i ain’t got a plan to stop it
still put smoke in rides
still tryna score on these guys, i’m livin’ my life (yeah?)
and for now i’m fine (i’m good)
them talk ’bout wettings, see me and leg it (p-ssies)
i got beef with nerds
don’t war with the 7th
they’re still stressing after their boy turned he-rs- (bill him up)
they don’t want this smoke cah their heart ain’t in it
i pulled loads of triggers
when you talk ’bout drillers, we’re the realest
we’re them gaza hitters (gaza)
we used to walk with spinners
prayin’ that i run into opps to smoke them eejits (where they at?)
need more digits, and spinners, firstly i need more dingers
feds on my case, yeah, they want me gone
still get ’round there and smoke that don
must be high, what they smoking on?
and they lost their heart when they lost their boss (f-ggots)
anywhere goes i’ll do it, it really goes off in newham (on my life)
goal, tryna score, it’s proven (who done it?)
who do you thinks doing these bootings?
weren’t me, weren’t us, weren’t woody
them man there just wet like p-ssy (p-ssies)
get man got when i rise this mop
it was me in that blacked out hoodie (bow)
the things i do for the beef
it’s mad but it’s all gonna pay off soon (word)
mark my word
one day their whole gang’s gonna end up dead on the news (one day)

[chorus]
the things i do for the beef
the things i’ve done on these streets
all the things i’ve done for the gang
all the things i’ve done to these neeks
all the risks and trips i’ve took
and i took some more last week
all the guys i’ve cheffed and whacked
they can tell you all about me
the things i do for the beef
the things i’ve done on these streets
all the things i’ve done for the gang
all the things i’ve done to these neeks
all the risks and trips i’ve took
and i took some more last week
all the guys i’ve cheffed and whacked
they can tell you all about me

[verse 2]
nowadays everyone’s bad
and i swear man it’s getting boring
where was you when we was hopping out of cabs? (where was you?)
or when the gang ten-toes and walked it?
you couldn’t live a day in my shoes
made man run in his airforce, jordans, 97s and loubs
spilt that blood just like i spilt my juice (on my life)
i’m serious, no bluffing
get him gone for my brothers
if he f-cks with the opps
get got, there won’t be no discussion (bu-bush)
the life that i live i hate it
but i swear same way i love it
man’ll got drilled on the back-road
just like man got drilled in public (bow)
we the wildest batch, known to attack
yeah, we fill up these waps (n-ggas know)
i’m bad on my own and i’m bad with my bros
i ain’t takin’ chat (no way)
if corn got slapped they know who done it
if it weren’t us, it was chad (gang)
if it weren’t them, it was bcm
northside of newham, we crash (gang)
this sh-t ain’t beef, it’s war (nah)
and i need them guns like syria
me and y. s in the ride, that’s death
i swear we’re way too similar (free him up)
dumped on the opps for years
that’s h-lla knifings and bootings (h-lla)
do man’s dance and spin that whip
if i see that boy still movin’ (gang)

[outro]
gaza
yo, right now, up in the jailhouse
free the n-ggas
free all the real n-ggas you feel me, free the n-ggas
won’t forget, you feel me?
seven, seven times, thirteen times, fifteen times
northside of newham runnin’ this ting
ask about it, got the landing on ropes

- cb lyrics

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