p.y.g - line up lyrics
[intro – shocks]
shocks (shocks), my n-gg-s (my n-gg-s)
jim jones (jim jones), young spen (young spen)
mad man up in ‘narm lack (mad man up in ‘narm lack)
p y f-cking g (p y f-cking g)
[verse 1 – shocks]
ratings, yeah i’ve got that, virginity, n-gg-s better know that i lost that (haha)
[?], we ain’t got that, shot crack to a f-cked [?] from my drugs dat
1.5, that’s what the packs weigh (yeah), die before your 21, that’s what the stats say
but if shots get in my mac eh, explain to me governor – how he’s f-cking having a bad day?
now i’ve gotta pitch this nerd, cus i’m from ‘narm, and he’s repping it for brixton terf (brixton terf)
when i say push in the grams, i ain’t talking about them idiots in fitness first
around here (around here), hard residents (hard residents), what’d you know about the pecknarm veterans? (pecknarm veterans)
in a couple years time (yeah yeah), they’ll be calling me the pecknarm president
[bridge]
yeah, yeah, man already know what it is, pecknarm (dunkno)
k!lla ki, young k!lla ki, shocks in the building, listen (listen), yeah (ragh)
[verse 2]
pecknarm, got it on lock
f-ck what the feds say we don’t care about cops (f-ck them)
they ain’t nothing but big beaters on the block so (mandem), round up your backs and shanks and get shot (bow)
cus [?] got my back, butchers got my back, and even murder mike’s is down with the black on black
so better hit the deck when you hear them straps, cus you can end up with 6 in your ‘ead back
like no talking, f-ck all the chat, stop the whip put down your tints and let the ting clap (bow bow)
after that, get straight back to the trap
because now he’s got my mind straight back on the cash
yah dunkno fam, py does this, we’re in a different league fam we’re more than a [?] pr-cks ([?] pr-cks)
you don’t want my star nine to let them slugs h-t, but if i miss i still got the address to your mum’s crib
[verse 3]
young butcher, pyg, s side
shout out to butch
you b-tch n-gg-s talking hard, f-ck that i’m a fella, so when you walk it’s best you walk past with your head ducked
cus if the leds clutched (clutched), and your heads up (up), i c-ck it back and bang and leave your head f-cked
i grind, i stick up, to get the bread up
i ride, so i hit em up when i pepper
watch me snitches, cus i know that they set up, but i don’t care cus i do the dirt with the [?]
i told you pr-cks, that it’s best you hold your lips, i don’t think about [?] cus i roll with my sh-t
plus, i know where you live, so if you dare act up, i take a stroll to your crib
with a chrome to your wig, better show me your [?]
take your food, ice stick and a whole load of chips
then a n-gg- gets wrapped up (wrapped up), and we leave him ghost in the fridge
[verse 4]
yah dunkno
tiny dots
pecknarm
black bandanas
we do this, trust me (trust me, trust me)
thug life in the pecknarm crib (pecknarm crib), with a 9 millimetre still make it through
hustling, trapping, get that paper, the way i f-ck the trap you should call me a raper
young tame, always got the [?], show all my shots throw me back leaning
me and menace, on the block kicking back, before the beef takes us to blow the f-cking rip in gat (bow bow)
there’s only couple of n-gg-s that got my back, got the strap c-cked it back blew him back
that’s what happens when you f-ck the [?], come [?] get sucked for loose p’s
got my team and i got 4 [?], menace, young shaq, young k!lla and baby grem
got the stick and aim at him, c-ck back, then i blaze at him
[verse 5]
yo hold tight my bruddas, [?], real pecknarm k!llers, jim jones, sykes, [?], react
you wanna dress like a star on a stage, f-ck that i’d rather have a star nine and a chain
i got a party in my pistol you can dance to your grave
and you don’t want a slug to be a part of your face
in my ends, you can’t roll with rollies, run up on you with a stick like hold up homie
give it up quick before you show up holy
my lifes bang out get p’s and roll up cozy
pyg, we’re the hardest in the ends
burst you in the face and start laughing in the ends
if your crews picked together, i’ll depart them with a skeng
you n-gg-s ain’t hard, you’re just on it with a pen
f-ck all the feds cus i ain’t tryna hang though
we really young gunners screaming f-ck [?]
n-gg-s shouting ‘narm but ain’t part of the fam though (-kisses my teeth-)
you ain’t part of the fam, n-gg-s ain’t part of my part of the family tree, py to si
ch-nks i still see you, pecknarm all day, man holla at me
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