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striker (y.acg) - critical 2.0 lyrics

[intro]
free the guys
3′ k6ix
3′ lk
3′ tiny dizz
3′ rambzi
3′ castr6
3′ splash

free all my ni—‘s
f-ck the opps man
we’re the ones that made newham hot, you get me!

gang…sh-t

[verse 1]

pablo got it x2 (it’s madd)
chubz nearly died from his wounds (sh-t)
whiteboy got it too
and cory got put in a zoot (-sound fx of smoking weed-)
savbo nearly got packed i still don’t know how he’s making tunes (f-cking d-ckhead)
if bro didn’t run out of bells the spin ting would’ve left ishboy juiced (dead)
they’re gonna hear the truth, don’t try tell me i’m lying (‘lowe it)
i’ll front in the pitch, i’m striking, dem man talk when the clarts get knifed him (pr-cks)
them hospital boys look tired, i saw him drop and i couldn’t stop smiling (d-ckhead)
they banned half of my batch from gate, cah the gang’s in love with sliding
the 6th got limited shotguns (bow bow)
ayy deep this shank its from my kitch’, this b-tch is a long one (big one)
put two in the sawn-off dotty and i bet it’ll drop one (come on)
my bro’s done taped that off then come back to the block like you man we got one (my ni—‘s)
if you ain’t done sh-t for your section
how can you still try rep it (are you mad?)
show ’em about hospital settings, taping off strips that sh-t is unfettish (gang!)
on the gram, he was talking reckless
next day, my man got him self wetted (splash!)
how did that p-ssyhole not get deaded!?
his girl’s like “rah, why the f-ck did you cheff him” (shaved)
them man never taped off beckton! (haha)

[hook]

splash and brag i love it, do up your chest and stomach (splash dat!)
them man deep their wounds like why did i have to get blooded (why?)
do it and dash like f-ck it, pull up on blocks and dump it (bow bow)
they snitch when it gets stretched dark and put that sh-t on my mother’s (f-cking d-ckheads) (haha)

[verse 2]
get kicked from the block if you’re useless
if sav’s controlling the ped, i’ma grab this wap like bro let’s do this (bow bow)
jake’s told my mum what i’m doing but i’m still on the block like f-ck gang unit (f-ck the jakes)
if i bang this mash at his face, the sweets will leave my ‘[?]’ toothless
but i also shank on bodies..
if i get round there with twin
we both have gun’s like johnny
how’s man gliding and finding n-body?
tell man circle the opp block properly ([?] dat!)
the opps resp-wn like zombies
there’s armed response on the block
and still and i glide with two in the dotty

[verse 3]

strike six times, i tape off strips and i ain’t going home till i splash this kitch’ (splash splash splash..)
put a k on any man’s block, i back out waps and aim at wigs’ (bow!)
bro backed his spins and missed, i [?] the whip and itched his skin (wet dat!)
tiny done it on the mains, the opps take risks for chicken and chips
apart from their block, they don’t do sh-t (f-cking patties)
they don’t know about knifings
when [?], you was in bed while corn was flying
we skid down blocks like trident, i’m banned from the opp block cah i’m on violence (it’s mad)
my bad b-tch does what i say, if i drop her the dots, she’s gonna stay silent (shhhhh) (haha)

[hook]

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