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tunde mcr - fire in the booth lyrics

[intro]
yo shout out charlie
free the team
rest in peace [?]
free jamal
shout out general
rest in peace migz

[verse 1]
blitz it in the hypo that’s the bolen how’d you think we got the stack swolen, this stamps stolen
had no choice to break it into boulders
me and bro invested in some volvers, then we copped a volvo
i remember 011 trapping to some mozzy in a polo but that was just a stone phone
years before that getting z’s of cheese off dodo
my lifes been up and down like a pogo but now i’m popping no labеl, manager or promo
sell my soul for the lovе of doe that’s a no go, i need to make a mill n’ split it with my fam and bro code
this is blocka blocka 21’s the postcode
smoking on that billy moving slo+mo
i put my whole team on, mummy always taught me share my rolo
me and older setting pace from young, smoke a dolo
took a life changing loss, i was ever solo
had to bounce my bands back now i’m moving solo
strapped up in a v6 f+ck the opps and popo
extendo revolver, thats a 8 shot
i’ll have you runnin’ for your life like it’s baywatch
i’d have the opps throwing up if they found out what the k cost
srt’s and carti frames way before takeoff
f+ck a roadblock, i act like i’m pulling over then i make off
got weapons and rocks in the whip, i need to make prof
youngest chef in the game, throw your bands on the stove and we can have a bake+off
i’ve been trapping good b, still with the same lot
i’ve been whipping good cream straight out the same pot
i’m pushing dog in my bus feelin’ like i’m [?]
scuffed my kicks on the wall, i had to garden gate trot
got the feds on my back, i ain’t got time for make stop
got me taking foot patrol chase from a bent cop
leave my trap runnin’ 24s like a late shot
free m lo from that 9 you know he had it taped off
put a bit to the side everytime i make prof
they can lock the lock, but they can’t stop the clock
and all them nights sleeping in the whip it’s made me sad
ever since we lost migz i’ve been moving mad
my teams full of f+cked yutes, we just needed dad
me and nico got the t looking breaking bad
it’s strictly joints now, you won’t catch me breaking f+g
red and blue ballys in my city, raise your flag
dirty dotties n’ spinners, this ain’t laser tag
got a rush through my bones when i raised the bag
2 pots on the stove like my name was skrapz
1 pot straight drop from a local trap, the other pots full of maj for an ot cat
i thought you was my dog, you’re just a lowkey rat
you know the foil runs clean when i go see pat
me and shh in woods, that’s a lowkey chat
twist a whistle on a baby, that’s a lowkey strap
or whip your blade out, we can have a pokey scr+p
wrote my last 16 in a calm mood but this one i’m p+ssed off
i could be 6 figs up, ask my out of town dons i’ll still slap you when a sleep you for your wrist watch
i’m from south manny sh+t happens, sticks pop
where we whip tops, flip rocks
it’s more boot off your door in some 95’s f+ck a sn+tcher and a pick pock
came out in 94 with my guard up, pops said he’s gonna be a boxer or a big boss, you’ll never be my grandad, [?] sweet shop
on the east estate but you claim moss
most the city’s gassed up, og’s and little yutes that are straight lost
call that black tunnel vision when i chase prof
i’m buying z’s till i find the cream, then i tell little man go ask your boss how much the cake costs
i’m talking full boxes in the packet, that’s the flake frost
just to get my food washed
uncs taught me how to whip and everything zoomed off
you know your lifestyles messed up when you can’t wash your own clothes but you can wash a food box
heavy boulders on the scale this ain’t moonrock
i’m getting high in the whip smoking cali to the face
my plug said always use the same bag if you wanna beat the case
got gotti on the beat with the treble in the bass
got shottas back in manny just pebblin’ the base
gloved up, masked up when we’re stepping, f+ck a case
i’m from south manny slums love, this ain’t shameless
bare blue tick convo’s got me feeling famous
this is c block my yg’s love to make their papers
i remember they was young runnin’ round in vapours, now if you see them in your section better wake your neighbors
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buss down stones on my razor, that’s a 2 in 1
week days air max, weekends louboutin
trappin’ all night in the ends till the lucys gone
i’m married to a liz, i couldn’t care what bruceys on
he can take her out, i’ve got bits to bag, clingers on
there’s nothing worse when you check the spot and the dingers gone
got me on foot patrol l!cking off to jim and john
i ain’t gonna stop till i’m getting beats produced by ron
just smashed a boujiee rapper b+tch i swear she thinks it’s..
going rapper after rapper, better wear a condom
and if you didn’t clock on that’s a 2nd 2 in 1
went from bb guns to some big 9’s
went from flippin’ quarters to some big pies
went from belling zip lines to bit lines
we’re just some young mobsters on some big crimes
south manny blowing up throwing bloods n crip signs
soo woo

[verse 2]
shout my blockas in the field, we’re known for moving bait
yg’s hottin’ up the whip, sell it or i’ll change the plate
i’ve got a passion for these phones bro there’s no debate
why’d you think they gave me trapper of the year 4 years straight
chances make champions, i ain’t into moving late
f+ck a fake, won’t catch me ridin’ with a rattlesnake
c block miggy world
down to jump a gate, creep up, crack your skull, keep it moving f+ck a case
like taz said it’s only right we do this
every time the pigs run us down we leave em clueless
twist a fat cali, i ain’t rolling up no toothpicks
and i didn’t wanna play the boss but it’s looking like the shoe fits
me and duce in the booth bringing new hits
we’re all taking losses but we don’t do quits
got the crack city game on lock like some blue pits
shots coming back cos we don’t do ticks
and i’m sick of fake guys playing mob music, i thought we was all close like lilo and stitch
moving funny with your boy all over a b+tch, traits like that got me thinking will they snitch or will they switch
and it breaks my mums heart that her sons runnin’ round in the field but not the pitch
og’s on the block said i was destined to be rich
where was you back then when nell lane had the ditch
where was you back then? manhunt n’ tiggy it
trap mode on the block and then we’re listenin’ to
blacked out on a graft then we’re listening to mitch
tryna get a big belly like my little gritter titch
you know i love that kid, cos i was homeless and popless and guess what he brought me in, yo bro i won’t forget that
i’ve had enough, if a p+ssy violates again i’m jumping in my jet black
c blocka blocka yeah i rep that, couple man scream f+ck them, forget that
it’s cos we’re flying, takin off like a jetpack
they’re tellin me i’m next up, i just smoke a next bud
deep down i’m chuckling, hit the mark years ago, moneys been doubling
2 poles flashing like a pelican, i’ve got a link for the mad ting, keep your remington
brand new mac with h+lla men
sold my [?] to my yg, guess i need suttin better then
got enough to cash blade out for his skeleton
thinking bout a sky dwell, might get patek again
kettle’s ain’t sh+t though, need a new kettle for this trap and this sh+t stove
told you on the next up, your line ain’t ringing cos you’re giving out sh+t stone
hitters on encro, ready in hit mode
still keep a 1 piece, ain’t talking chick bone
if i’m with [?] or [?] it’s looking like split dome
m in your section that’s a german and a big chrome
cats said your food tastes like diesel, get out this whip with your sh+t phone
cos like remz said, image is everything but i don’t give a f+ck though i’m married to the game f+ck a wedding ring
6 figs from long time
clothes ain’t sh+t, you can catch me wearing anything
married to the game f+ck a wedding ring, that’s word to my bro migz
your whole family took the p+ss, i ain’t getting into it
tattoos and pendants are pending but suttins getting, bro i ain’t pretending
wish i jumped in the music ting way back, by now i’d have a mansion and a maybach
same line, same food even the same cat
pass it onto the block, feeling like the main man
i think legit life’s coming, i can smell it
like p1 and [?] gimme a show n imma sh+ll it
cos it’s sh+lly [?] season
whole ends moving like the mob
linked up for a truce cos we don’t want treason
new links in the brum town, give me a reason
cos dan’s cuttin little more than some trees and more slappers coming in like a demon
one day i might pass youse the beam and it might come with the ding dong bm
fat stack on the seat like bro delete em, fat stack on the seat like bro delete em, fat stack on the seat like bro delete em
i’ve f+cking had enough lad it’s manchester season

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