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stickz (150) - the truth pt. 2 lyrics

[chorus]
i swear dem man need to relax
they know that i creep in streets, they know that i lurk in flats
real talk don’t trust stizzy, you might get stabbed in the back
this is the truth pt. 2, everything i’m saying is facts (gang gang)

[verse 1]
how made team 15, who brought brixton back (that’s stizzy)
who made stockwell yutes know streets ain’t safe don’t lack
done my first booting i was 10 toes with a strap
main broad day still tryna put holes in his back
i was on the drill, them times there i didn’t rap
door got popped through the pump, them times there there was racks
i was on opp block me jay bandz and konez
bare young savages around me had a man there doing road
trap trap trap in the winter, had to make bands in the cold
man can’t diss me, p-ssy remember i was wiping your nose
boss on the streets, forever be a boss on the streets
attack man’s peeps, i don’t need to rap pon beats
i pack man’s t–th i don’t need to chat pon streets
i back my meat, cookie got the gyal on my heat
the gyal’dem are neeks, but she turn freak in the sheets
several days on repeat, call that b-tch freak of the week

[chrous x2]
i swear dem man need to relax
they know that i creep in streets, they know that i lurk in flats
real talk don’t trust stizzy, you might get stabbed in the back
this is the truth pt. 2, everything i’m saying is facts (gang gang)

[verse 2]
when the beef gets peak, that’s when we put scrams in place
woulda end my man, if the dot didn’t jam in his face
i’m strapped so relax, dem man there ain’t drill a man dem man dere just rap
get a round of applause for these n-ggas, man don’t chat man clap
the hood’s f-cked up real bad, right now everything is mad
everybody raps about 4doors, i’m just like call me a cab
got hoes like people got cars, i might call me a slag
put the 4s in the pouch, it’s a big ting there’s no sp-ce in the bag
sykes got his rambo so if we see jakes then it’s mad
i’m st savage
got a lot of beef in my plate but i’m telling you it’s cool i can manage
show no love for a girl cah i seen my friend fall for a badderz
shout out to the peckham tings, them gyal dere are the maddest
shout out to the bros who sneak diss them man dere are some f-ggots

[chorus]x2
i swear dem man need to relax
they know that i creep in streets, they know that i lurk in flats
real talk don’t trust stizzy, you might get stabbed in the back
this is the truth pt. 2, everything i’m saying is facts (gang gang)

- stickz 150 lyrics

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