Mad About Bars

So, this is the definition of giving the streets what they want
 You've asked for it
 Let me deliver it
 410, crashers, AM, Skengdo
 Bally on when I step
 Right, left, right, and then left
 Would've thought his friend was a opp
 Cah he left his bredrin for dead
 Oui, oui with the nine
 Or sku-du-du with the ten
 Ayy, sku-du-du-du-du-du-du for them
 Kick down doors
 Think again, you mug
 Du-du-du-baow, might kick down yours
 My plug gives me the loudest bud
 Chip, that smell like yours
 C4, Baghdad, FB, 4T
 The fours, we've been on tour
 The fans on my back, I like that though
 Vids, we're giving them more
 Shit then, crazy, mad up, mad up
 Get splashed bro, open your thoughts
 Switching sides, how many times?
 I swear down it was like four
 And we seen man across the road
 Quiet down, you don't wan' beef fours
 Feds on my back, they know we're breaking the law
 Man just love talk shit, get shot
 Man's doing up goals on the pagan block
 Girls love me and I love them not
 'Cause I ain't got time on my hands, that's long
 Crash don't dance, man, you must be lost
 Man two-two step or I one-two bop
 Can I get a two one wings in the box?
 That's a one-two meal for a two-two don
 Trap hard, you ain't got no prof'
 Man crossed the road when I diligent bop
 OT, put my hands on box
 Nine-to-five 'cause I'm on my job
 Feds came to my door at one
 Tried to ask if I bunned that don
 Shit then, I don't speak English
 "Non j'étais à la maison"
 Smokey, smokey
 I love the elephant zoots
 Better move from me, you ain't my g
 No, you ain't gettin' no twos
 Fuck a ID, it's straight on sight
 If I don't recognise you
 Ratt, ratt, that's bro, bro
 Gonna start stepping on youts
 GD out the can, the opps dem scared
 Yeah, he was pressurin' youts
 No food in your belly, your armpits smelly
 Plus you was stepping in Loubs
 When you hear that bang, just know it's gang
 Somethin' like bombs on tubes
 Everyone raps, everyone bangs
 More time I don't know these youts
 Get man down if he don't comply
 Back man's blade, tryna take man's eye
 Back man's friend 'cause I back my guy
 And it breaks my heart when a man don't ride
 Crash, crash at a next man's house
 No love for a yout if he runs his mouth
 See I love this life and I love this baow-baow
 Switch off a next man's child
 Man run up in blocks like they ain't got lifts
 Man's deep in the pond, tryna catch some fish
 Let me put it like this, they were never on piss
 Now they're stabbing up kids and I'm sick of this shit
 Man, I'm sick of these lies
 Man just pull up and fry
 GD, that's bro, can I get that pole?
 Man pull up and pull up and sku-du-du, bye
 Bally on when I step
 Right, left, right, and then left
 Would've thought his friend was a opp
 Cah he left his bredrin for dead
 Oui, oui with the nine
 Or sku-du-du with the ten (410)
 Ayy, sku-du-du-du-du for them
 410 business, 2Bunny
 You know like that?
 Mad About Bars: season two
 Let's close the curtain in style
 You know we had to give the streets two
 Can't leave with just one
 AM, Skengdo, let's take it in, man!
 Don't gimme no chat
 Shut your mouth, don't gimme no chat
 Oh shit, haha, tell them
 Xin Zhao Xin that's samurai Y.AM
 Drill business, damn
 Don't gimme no chat
 Shut your mouth, don't give me no chat
 Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
 Xin Zhao Xin, that's samurai Y.AM
 Real talk, don't gimme no chat
 Shut your mouth, kinda stinks, it's mad
 Beef? Who? Where? Don't gimme no chat
 Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed
 Ayy, don't gimme no chat
 Shut your mouth, don't gimme no chat
 Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
 Xin Zhao Xin that's samurai Y.AM
 Real talk, don't gimme no chat
 Shut your mouth, kinda stinks, it's mad
 Beef? Who? Where? Don't gimme no chat
 Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed
 See the ting get backed
 Leathers go on, no face, it's mad
 How can you switch and think you're bad?
 Was a bitch back then, still a bitch in your gang
 Running away, you're screaming out nan
 410 fiddy, C4 that's 'dads
 Better strap up, you don't wanna be a dad
 Feel sorry for the kids, that's bro 'cause it's mad
 Ayy sweetness, come over here
 Whine up your waist and bring it all back
 Back it up, just back it up
 Don't worry, I won't tell your man
 Ayy, sweetness, come over here
 Wind up your waist and bring it all back
 Just back it up, just back it up
 Don't worry, I won't tell your man
 Skeng get dough, better know that's man
 Three rounds, that's bro and he served them packs
 Remember that day when we caught that guy
 He pissed himself and you know that's facts
 Man over there tryna say that we're jarring
 When you was out still wetting them flats
 Throw up C's, CG crashers, it's F Blocker
 Yeah, we come from from 'dads
 Skengdo, why you so rude?
 Dip man's chest till the blood turned blue
 Sparkz done shaved up an eediots head
 He was upset 'cause it didn't go through
 Sku-du-du-du-du-du-du-do
 See a one ting like "Hello, boo"
 She was all peng, she was all cute
 I ain't that buff, I'm an average yout
 And I know I'm a average don
 But still, I was mad as hell
 Now I feel like Chucky, I just need my Annabelle
 Sky News, buck-buck
 BuniB just rang a bell
 Came home looking fucked up
 Now your mum wished that she had a girl
 Gas guns, what's wrong with these fake youts?
 Chat, chat, now them'a chat 'nuff
 Chat wass and he ate two
 Eight, two that's eighty-two
 Times five now we're onto you
 Or nine, nine that's eighty-one
 Plus forty-seven plus twenty-two
 Mathematics, just adding up
 Y.AM sav, just stab him up
 C'est la vie, c'est la vie, très bon, that's patterned up
 Ayy, man charged up like fully
 Buzz Lightyear, yeah, I'm Woody
 Like old school, you get hoodied
 Man crossed the road and get bullied
 Don't give me no chat
 Shut your mouth, don't give me no chat
 Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
 Xin Zhao Xin, that's samurai Y.AM
 Real talk, don't gimme no chat
 Shut your mouth, kinda stinks, it's mad
 Beef? Who? Where? Don't gimme no chat
 Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed
 Ayy, don't gimme no chat
 Shut your mouth, don't gimme no chat
 Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
 Xin Zhao Xin, that's samurai Y.AM
 Real talk, don't gimme no chat
 Shut your mouth, kinda stinks, it's mad
 Beef? Who? Where? Don't gimme no chat
 Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed
 It's that real
 UK, 410, 2Bunny
 I told you I was gonna deliver
 We done it
 Season two, let's roll out
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 Voice of the streets
 When I speak, the streets bloodclart listen
 But you already knew that (Hahaha)