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bonkaz - behind barz (take 2) lyrics

linkup tv behind bars
second time round
shout out the mandem
yo

yo
—
dead or alive
l!ck down anything i fire
seven aside
we can do it anywhere you like
ten or the nine
might put seven in a five
don’t lie, you ain’t ever been the type to —
man i’ll send him to the…. yo

[verse 1]
i got this, jump out the car like watch this
dot dot with a long neck like a ostrich
man i’ve been a hot prospect for the longest
back when i still shot peds by the hospice
then i had to run from feds and i got shift
took that l to protect my accomplice
shotgun corn kinda lookin’ like wotsits
man i don’t aim for your head when i pop this
roll out with a heat in the four
beat the four, make a man leap for the door
no need to talk – they don’t want beef anymore
they don’t even want a piece of the war
i’ll make a opp boy sleep on the floor, straight up and down didn’t even see what he saw
i’ll make a opp boy sleep on the floor, straight up and down didn’t even see what he saw
remember hearin’ a interview from rashid
sayin’ that he wanted me back on the grease
at the time i never got it
but right now i’m on it come realise that’s just what i need
called the plug like packs what i need
called the mash link that straps what i need
black mac in a backpack is what i need
you would understand it if you had one of these like jheaze
jump out the car and squeeze
giggs told me i go hard with ease
walk in the park like wamp dem 2 me
stormz told me i’ve always been top 3
couple next man want a drink off me
tell the rolex man take a link off me
hard sh-t – i ain’t tryna sing songs g
got the cartridge i ain’t tryna print off sheets
when i first came through i brought ’nuff man
now i can’t see man, now i can trust man
now man are comin’ back sayin that they love man
f-ck that sh-t i brush man like dustpan
cah man is big bro
man know my ting
if he weren’t in jail would’ve been writing
would’ve been looting
woudl’ve been riding
f-ckin’ up feds on a hype ting
straight
roll out with the heat in my coat
no need to gloat – anyone i see is gettin smoked
grease the po – leave them on your knees like a hoe
deep the flow – can’t compete with me tho
no fake n-ggas on the street with me tho
didn’t wanna grind but they wanna eat with me tho
pagan’s girlfriend tweetin me tho
she can give brain but she can’t sleep with me tho
like yes
my tings blessed cuz gotta be can’t take no less
got a flake link don’t get no press
dumb man money man i’m on a esco flex like yes
can’t take no stress
mans been grinding i can’t get no rest
tell little man don’t send no threats – don’t make no calls, don’t no texts
cos your dad is pr-ck, uncles a fool
your bros a big clown like uncle rafool
i see dem man dere probably buss of my tool
show dem man it ain’t laugh and joke
me and trapsick went hard from doe
me and little rick went halves on snow
jump out the car all slow
bullet in your chest i know your heart can’t cope
like lord ‘ah mercy them man wan’ hurt me
so me left them like van persie
bumbaclart how the game so dirty
pree how my hoodie says hashtag merky
yeah… controversy
nuff them gyalis move too flirty
clipp in my gun but it nah hold thirty
clipp in my gun but it nah hold thirty
wig man from across the road like kerby
certi
nuff of these youtes ain’t worthy
line go then i call shots like fergy
then a men get his head boxed at the servery
skinny n-gga but i hold the mac all st-rdy
no snitchin’ f-ck that i ride thirty
—
come back, don’t touch that thats dirty
man love drawin me out
till i wak in your house with a four in the pouch
when i’m drawin it out put the four in your mouth
headshot make you fly from the door to the couch
what you talkin about
enormous amounts
all in accounts
said i bought me a house
my little brudda buys nine at a time
but i told him try save four for the drought and he knows it
how to hold the mash and unload it
take it apart like i’m tryna solve it
put it back together make the little man hold it
know about guns, i don’t know about roses
mac turn the youngers into olders
even madder when the olders loose focus
used to fly cunch in the train with tyrell
now tys got a yard and two motors

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