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9th street – hb freestyle (rzo munna x pumpz x soze) lyrics

[intro: joey clipstar]
joey clipstar, hb freestyles
now this ones been most requested for a long time, so its only right we sorted it out
9th street, hb freestyles
brigades, brigades, brigades
i ain’t gon do too much talking
you know the faces, so let’s get into it

[verse 1: soze]
mum says “boy, you’re too shallow”, i don’t deep what i’m told
no breakfast, just dinners, when i’m in the kitchen scr-pping bowls
opps gets h-t, scripts get flipped
flipped like a old school phone
and this trap house here ain’t hot, this t here’s unknown
pull up and have man shifting, do dirt on my own, or -ssistance
man get popped like blisters
man behave like sisters; some b-tches
i’m in ot in a village, not bista, and these scripts get flipped like rizla

[verse 2: pumpz]
beef on sight, like i could never let that slide
four-man when he we go on a glide
two straps in a back, one p-ssenger side
can’t say that the beef ain’t fried
none of my close ones cried
they hear .44, wid’ the 16, same time my lil’ n-gg-s got life
and i pree’d on the opp boys twice
they can’t talk bout k’s on the 9, man get round dere on bikes
they got round and tried, but the opps can’t talk about slides
i juss sent a postal out, man i pray that my broski’s nice
its still free the guys, and bro-bro mash still on rides

[verse 3: rzo munna]
them man good, they can’t talk to me about road, they shoulda stayed in school
and anyone that i see in the hood thats shotting, i’m robbing, especially if we ain’t cool
who’s is who, i dont play wid’ no random youtes, this is no 8 ball pool
i took trips, that’s me and paul, in the whip hopping that i don’t get pulled
who’s that’s, feds in the opposite junction, no eye contact, that’s all hot
opps can’t talk about ride-outs, i ride out and they riding off
like sh-t then, you shoulda seen the way bro try write him off
ive got hitmen, and they dont take a price for bro to light em up

[verse 4: soze]
real bad boy shooters, like booka
3, .44, 9th street freddy kruger
sticking up rap boys, sticking up shooters
the hoopties full up?
i tell man move up

[verse 5: rzo munna]
see an opp any where, man plug that, man does that
see an opp, and cut that, man love that
no chill, like f-ck that
man f-ck dat, if your gyal won’t bruck dat

[verse 6: pumpz]
sh-t’s all mad up
bro’s still on the wing like salah
man i’ve been so low, come back up
from thirteen, i got my cash up

[verse 7: soze]
don’t complain, comply
chop that shotgun right
pull up, we letting it rain
opp block, six-man deep like pain

[verse 8: rzo munna]
gun kick back like tekken
but still flip shank; my favourite weapon
if i can’t blast, i’ll wet him, no half heart, i left him

[verse 9: pumpz]
if this bruckback got lead in, i’m defo’ dishing out sh-llings
tell the opp boys get bread in
if bro down and out, i can’t let him

[outro: joey clipstar]
enough said
9th street, hb freestyles, joey clipstar
let us know who should we get next
i don’t think none of you are gon’ do that so
9th street the team, b-tch
try your best

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