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section60 - avtv freestyle - section 60 lyrics

[intro]
aye (27)
section 60, murda (aye)

[verse 1: namz]
pull up, pull up my gang, no face, no case, no names
puttin work, doin dirt for the gang
i do it for the hood, i don’t do it for the fame
eye for an eye on sight, that’s a hobby
no question, run in catch a body
keys to the whip, bad n-ggas in a hottie
i call big bros if i need that shotty
two cl!cks there, bang! dealin’ everybody runnin’
been shot out and the trap been shot but i’m never gon’ stop
paper chasing in the block, paper chasing in the block
feds raised my hand on the net
i ain’t saying it was me, tell em double check
no face, no case, no evidence
catch the enemies first and the snitches next

[verse 2: twista]
me and my hitters are solid but young
some locked up and some on the run
some got caught, some never got done
they say live by the knife and die by the gun
i don’t break bread with the ones that run
all my brothers keep it and trust no one
if they want war, ready for war?
knock, knock, knock, all i hear is my door
look, they not from this side, they’re not gripping right
we do trips at night, even in broad daylight and chop them dogs on sight (p-ssy)
i never played a fool, fool me once put the shame on you
kickin’ his head till my kicks turn red and if he try again, put the blame on you

[verse 3: namz & twista]
nah nah, who your witness?
nah f-ck this lahd imma turn this op to a victim
grab that ching and push it in and give this dog a couple st-tches
down these ways we got no love for the opposition
no love for the b-tches
no love for the snitches
free all my hitters and f-ck the system

[verse 4: cg]
27 gang, we don’t ride for the net, them boys call cops when their friends get cheffed
chase down opps when they hit legs, oi lahd, go ride for your mate thats d—
stupid pr-ck shoulda’ f-cked that drill
don’t cross them district lines to the field
we go to war like navy seals
keep weapons concealed when we’re out for the k!ll
f-ckin’ decietful, how can they talk that sh-t to my people?
they’re not drillin’, their ends are peaceful
make up lies, that side is deceitful
my side’s drillin’, the scores unequal
so who you foolin’, who they drillin’, what shanks are they pullin’?
still in the truck consistent movement
in love with the war like k!llers and hoodlums

[verse 5: namz & twista]
can it be a hoodlum staking out
my hitters in the trap tryna make it out
my brothers in pen, case still pending
lord i pray they make it out
cause they could take me out of my hood but the hood in me they can’t take it out
my sides itching to get to work
jump out gang at the whip we racing to get him first
anything 21 will get got, i’m leaving cork when i pop it off
put it on a gang if we let our shots, they all bang along what a sight they saw
na, aye
they thought i died (who?)
they got their own and i’m still alive
they dipped their mate and he’s from their side (haha)

[verse 6: cg]
5 in a car 3 cars we’re set, patrol our hood which crew wants next
stop that op, take his head lahd leave that flop, let’s hope he’s dead
they don’t wanna come around my ends where the pigs say ops and gangs your friends
you’re not me and your crews not them
they talk about war, lahd where they then
their sides actors, they are not gang
don’t be fooled if they’re talking the slang
their sides actors, they are not gang
your mate got shh’d and nothings changed

- section60 lyrics

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