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cb (uk) - top of the league lyrics

[intro]
m1onthebeat

[chorus: cb]
we the ones who turn up this beef
we the ones who put smoke on streets
we the ones who bully these punks
and we the ones at the top of the league
we the ones that pepper these guys
and we’re the reason they lose their lives
we’re the ones that’s doing these bootings
how can you say we the ones that’s losing?
we the ones who turn up this beef
we the ones who put smoke on streets
we the ones who bully these punks
and we the ones at the top of the league
we the ones that pepper these guys
and we’re the reason they lose their lives
we’re the ones that’s doing these bootings
how can you say we the ones that’s losing?

[verse 1: cb]
how could you say we the ones that’s losing?
not one of my g’s in the grave
but you can’t say the same for your mates
one minute they were here, next minute they ain’t
and they talk ’bout drillings and k!llings
but i swear it weren’t your gang that did it
and i swear you got drilled and begged
he begged for his life when he saw that skeng
anywhere goes, i’ll do it
yeah, it really goes off in newham
last time we got round there
we left man’s family members ruined
on my life, they don’t want these problems
who got shot in the-
and who got dropped in-
i ain’t gotta say, it’s obvious
f-ck with the g’s, that’s sh-llings
can’t step on the gaza 7th (bum-bush)
n-ggas can’t talk ’bout gang like i didn’t try leave man headless
stop running
let me catch him, i’ll done him
and that talk on the net don’t phase me
cah when i pull up with a big t’ree eight, no safety
there’s no discussion
they say the gaza’s this and the gaza’s that
so we pull up with skengs and crash
and they ain’t dropped none of my members
since their p-ssio friend turnt pack
still putting corn in rides
and i’ve been putting corn in guys
none of my opps on p-ss
i swear all the other side do is die

[verse 2: woosh]
have your-have your bredrin diggin’ up mud
that’ll be a permanent graveyard shift
how you gonna send young yutes to the blocks
to ching up road signs, start taking pics
nah, that ain’t taking risks
you’re on a side road, you need to come woodgrange you pr-ck
man pulled a stunt in front of his b-tch
he was tryna move all brave and ting
he tries tailgate man’s whip
might as well switched up lanes on him
he pulled up beside man
i put my window down then i backed it out and i aimed at him
he froze, he didn’t know what he saw
i don’t know if it was s or h
i just know i punched up a twin in court
if it was outside then he would’ve got bored
i’m tryna fill up this skeng with lead
then rub you out like a pencil lead
yeah, we put skengs in cars
if dots on the ride then you know that it’s skengs on peds
bring that skeng to your dance
that’s direct shots at heads
you’ll lose balance and you won’t feel your legs
bare man tryna link up, that’s dead
you already know what season it is
yeah, the season’s blue
i don’t wanna draw no opp boy out
but you know that i got a reason to
bare man do this ting for the net
hit my dm’s and i dont type back
but when i buck my man in the flesh
i punched him up and he didn’t fight back

[outro]
fumez the engineer

- cb uk lyrics

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