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cb (7th) - intro lyrics

[intro]
as up
gs up
n-ggas know
gaza
3 my drillas

[bridge]
the life that i live is violent
was 5 man up in the whip on the opp block, and spent a whole day riding
they think im lying, this beef is frying
how many utes been dying
how much bloods got shed, don’t ask me, go and ask them, this beef is real
get round there for the vio
same way ill get round there for the thrill
no one can tell me about drills
we’re the reason the other side hide
we’re the reason dem man dont chill
we’re the reason they lose their lives
we’re the reason dem man get drilled
we’re the reason they dont go shop for their mum, when she asks best tell her its real

[verse]
and this life i live is promising n i ain’t got a plan to stop it
still puttin smoke in rides
still tryna score on dese guys
i’m living my life, and for now i’m fine
they talk bout wettings, see me n leg it
i’ve got beef wid nerds
don’t war wid the 7th, they still stressing after dere boy turn heurse
they don’t want this smoke cuh their heart ain’t in it
i pull loads of triggers
when you talk bout drillers, we’re the realest, we dem gaza hitters
we used to walk wid spinners praying that i run into opps n smoke dem eedijats
need more digits n spinners. firstly i need more dingers
feds on my case, yh they want me gone still round dere n smoke that don
muss be high, what they smoking on n they lost dere heart when they lost their boss
any where goes ill do it in, really goes off in newham
go check the score, its proven, who do you think is doing these bootings
weren’t me, weren’t us, werent woody, dem man dere just wet like p-ssy
get man got when i rise dis mop, it was me in that blacked out hoody
the things i do for the beef is mad, but it’s all gon pay off soon
mark my words, one day, the whole gang’s gon end up dead on the news

[hook]
the things that i do for the beef
the things that 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 n trips i’ve took
and i took some more last week
all the guys i’ve cheffed n whacked
they can tell you all bout me
the things that i do for the beef
the things that 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 n trips i’ve took
and i took some more last week
all the guys i’ve cheffed n whacked
they can tell you all bout me

[verse 2]
nowadays everyones bad, and i swear man its getting boring
where was you when i was hoping out cabs
or when the gang 10 toes and walked it
you couldn’t live a day in my shoes, made man run in his air force jordans, 97s and loubs
spilt that blood, just like i spilt my juice
im serious, no bluffing, get em got for my bruvas
if he f-cks with the opps, get got their won’t be no discussion
the life that i live i hate it, but i swear same way i love it
man will get drilled in the backroads, just like man got drilled in public
we the wildest batch, known to attack
yh we fill up these waps
im bad on my own and im bad with my bros
i ain’t taking chat
if corn got slapped they know who done it, if it weren’t us, it was chad
if it weren’t them it was bcm, real side of newham we crash
this sh-t ain’t beef its war
and i need them guns like syria
me and ys in the ride thats death
i swear man were way too similiar
dumping on the ops for years
that h-lla knifings and bootings
do mans dance and spin that whip if i see that boys still moving

[outro]
gaza
[?]
right now up in the jail house
3 the n-ggas
3 all the real n-ggas, you feel me
3 the n-ggas, once again, you feel me
7
7 times, 13 times, 15 times
northside of newham, running dis ting
ask about it, got the landing on ropes

- cb 7th lyrics

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