Cadabra Freestyle

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O-way or no way, you know the ting already (you know)
 Fuck the other side (gang)
 I bust my gun, don't think 'bout karma
 Think 'bout that after I lean wit' it (lean wit' it)
 Tryna hit that target (gang)
 Anyone I see I recognise, I'ma blast his rarted
 He thought he was the only one that had it when he blasted
 'Til the mandem barked it
 Send corn, half the mandem are likkle boys
 Not even half are man (not even half are man)
 We don't wanna talk, manaman are just talkin' (talkin')
 We're not into this talkin' ting, grab machine on this walkin' ting
 Treat waps like gyal in this clartin' ting
 Who put the "Oosh" in "Whoosh" and the "M" in "Muhh"
 And the "W" in "Wee-wee-wee, wee"?
 What you wan' call it? (what you wan' call it?)
 It don't matter, any corn that we slap 'round there
 Know boy definitely be fallin'
 Slap two in him, make him think God definitely be callin' him
 It's us never them in this warring ting
 They don't want energy, tryna corn that prick (never them)
 Corn for a frenemy, I don't trust that shit
 Got 'nuff enemies and we scare them pricks
 There's no enemy if I stay with stick (gang)
 If I, If I stay with the stick (grr)
 If I stay with it and lean with it
 Dunkirk, Broadwater, N17, man be with it
 The ding-dong got lifted after bap, bap, bap, bap
 Hope I never got seen in it
 You get me? (you know)
 Real life in this ting, fam, trust me (grr)
 Knee deep (bap), you know
 Free the whole of the O man
 O to the death of me, you know
 O-way or no way (grr), gang
 When man creep up
 Mind your head back, ease up
 We send corn like delivering pizza
 I don't wanna hear, "Philly don't dance"
 Cah I made Philly dance when I slapped that nina
 Made man trip up and push their friend
 Tryna bust that corn now, why you so eager? (gang)
 I got my broski's back when I grab this mash cah I'm his keeper
 We take trips when we feel like (gang)
 They don't touch none of my G's (none)
 We slap, bang when we feel like it
 Strap up and go ride when we feel like it (sure)
 "What you feelin' like?", don't ask me why we feel like this
 Them man, they talk tough
 When we hear it about
 We go 'round enough and air out pricks (on gang)
 I swear my man was cool, how's he entertaining this now?
 He's another nigga we ain't playin' with
 When my niggas catch him, he better stay where he is (baow)
 He ain't even gotta say what it is
 Wherever he is, he better pray where he is
 Better have a pillow and a duvet where he is
 Anywhere we see him, he gotta lay where he is
 Man's dangerous, slap man, spontaneous (anywhere)
 This badness ain't contagious
 Been 'round bare pricks and they're still the same to us (you know)
 It weren't never 'bout the fame for us (nah)
 Them man have always had a name to rarse
 Make money, live life is the aim for us
 Don't stop 'til the G's all papered up (Philly G)
 I just take it, load it and send it there
 I don't show gyal, that's where they're on (I don't)
 And I always got a change of clothes in my car
 Just open my boot, put my gear on
 More time, I've got offensive weapons on me
 So the Metropolitan's what I'm scared of (fucking jakes)
 I just rise it, dump it, skrrr off
 Who wants to drop next? (who?)
 Hand on my heart, they're wet (hand on my heart)
 I swear it gets me vexed the way they chat
 On the net like none of them's dead (haha)
 None of my bros-dem take cheque (none of them)
 As for opps, they ride and get drenched (gang)
 Last ride out really went left
 Made 'em crash their cars on the back hill, stress (pussies)
 Lucky none of them dead that day (ah)
 Whoever we caught woulda dead that day (ah)
 Have you ever watched Rambo?
 I heard DV and Big A got cheffed that way (whoosh)
 And I don't wanna hear no chat about yout's
 Sippin' lean on the strip, we done swept that place
 Just to show that we hate that place, wait
 How many times did we take that place?
 Long live Josh, bro swung his knife
 You can go ask Swiper (long live Josh)
 Free all the lifers (free all the lifers)
 Fuck the niners
 Best do the dash like Turner
 Get bun like Jojo and get write off (gang)
 I see man screaming out, "Out 'til late"
 But his hand didn't work, just sign off (pussy), gang
 How many times did the strip get clean up? (grr)
 With a broom, got sweep up
 I'm on the opp block district with a
 Big ting, tryna bun a next eediat (gang)
 We're delivering corn
 You could never respawn, tryna run when they see us (run)
 Don't slip, bro, you best keep up
 My head's hot, tryna leave a man steam up
 Swing that, dig it and turn it (whoosh)
 Go spin that dinger, reverse it
 Who's that? Slap that, burst him (baow)
 'Nuff man woulda got corn up that day
 If the wap did never stop workin' (minor)
 Minor, we're still purgin' (ha)
 Tryna bill a next opp and curl him (AB)
 You know (grr, bap, bap, bap)
 O-way, you know the ting already
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 (I love Chris Rich)
 

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Duration
04:15
Key
9
Tempo
144 BPM

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