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v9 – right or wrong lyrics

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[intro]
es on the beat

[verse 1: v9]
98 gang, i’m homerton livin’ (slatt)
get bit by my kitchen (ching, ching)
back road, this ding+dong spinnin’ (skrr)
see him, ching it (ay, splash)
my young boys did it
how’s your lad that’s gone down in history? (how?)
what a mystery (huh?)
we call that one a conspiracy

[verse 2: ko]
more time p+ssed if i’m takin’ search (p+ssed)
caught on a works while ridin’
no, can’t snitch so i’m takin’ birds (ay, free ’em)
got beef in the streets, we gon’ shoot each block
they just all gotta wait their turn (bow, bow)
i’ll do the d+mn thing in these latex gloves
and you still might feel that burn (you know)

[verse 3: v9]
they take pictures, we take shots (bow)
no verbal, it sprays out of dots (bow, bow)
it’s full, watch him stop (umm+hmm)
that’s him done, out of luck (ay)
get ’round there, i can’t go later (no)
watch me rise like a super saiyan (charged up)
charged up on the mains and spray it off (umm+hmm)
swing this one like the guy from the matrix (ay)

[verse 4: ko]
bro take that spinner, i’ll take that dots (that’s both)
we was steppin’ in dingers two guns up (they know)
green light, that’s two thumbs up (bow)
when i get p+ssed off, i just do dumb stuff (bow)
they ain’t never dumped off
i’m so 98 but i’m still a hundred
rides, we’ve done countless, done in abundance
that block’s washed, we really don’t trouble ’em

[verse 5: v9]
this gun packs a punch, call of duty (bow, bow)
i’m on a back road doin’ up booky (ay, come here)
beg you come this way and you’re losin’ (umm+hmm)
i’ve been outside with a naughty (yes)
new shaped whip, it comes sporty (umm)
rev it up or get spilled with (skrr, skrr)
me and bro hop out in one motion (ay)
rub him out like it’s lotion

[verse 6: ko]
violate first, put him in the dirt
he needin’ a doctor or needin’ a nurse (that’s none)
i’d rather hit jail than a he+rs+
i know the opps wish me worse (they wish)
step strips with the gang, take risk and lurk
it ain’t a thing if i grip on a shank, then twist and turn
jakes wanna frisk my hand, take me off the curb

[chorus: v9 & ko]
i got bro, that’s right or wrong (that’s right)
my anglo arms gon’ tear through garms (ouch)
dark stones and my light was strong
it’s a mash in palms, i swear they blast (bow)
pump it, get back and rip it (bow, bow)
bro kick him, i’ll ching him (umm+hmm)
tryna leave their whole team finished
them boys gotta feel ‘cah them boy don’t listen

[verse 7: v9]
wipe it clean, no mr sheen (bow, bow)
i ain’t jakes, i ain’t tellin’ man ‘freeze’ (no chance)
see man run when they see my sammy (ay, come here)
splits in two, that’s double damage (bankai)
trip up, unlimited stabbings (umm+hmm)
wet man’s head, why you keep cappin’? (ching, ching)
bro’s too itchy, he’ll slap it (bow, bow)
chest shot, watch him fly like aladdin (bow)

[verse 8: ko]
loadin’ a double, that’s two in a row
turn a man article, left in the column (bow, bow)
on sight, often, even at carnival
buck into gang, find yourself in a problem (they know)
don’t get yourself gotten
this sh+t’s ments, there be snitches and wrong’uns (ments)
times i’ve grabbed latex gloves and step
they were tryna get their hands on condoms

[verse 9: v9]
strap up, wrap man like a condom (bow, bow)
i’m blacked out, doin’ up gotham (umm+hmm)
bad b come this way and come swallow (double s)
he got chinged in his throat, he can’t swallow (ouch)
what a sorrow (umm+hmm)
he got+got, watch the rudeboy wobble (d+mn)
pick him out just like jenga (ay)
who’s that? leave him wet like a blender (bow, bow)

[verse 10: ko]
i wanna get rich, who wants poverty? (it’s f+cked)
so we all on trappin’ and robbery (that’s robbery)
you ain’t never crept in while they’re choppin’ weed (have you?)
that’s trees in a bag, what a mockery (that’s dumb)
bring the paper home like potter’s free
except police, n0body’s stoppin’ me
release my friends out of custody (free ’em)
why’s everyone bad so suddenly? (why?)

[chorus: v9 & ko]
i got bro, that’s right or wrong (that’s right)
my anglo arms gon’ tear through garms (ouch)
dark stones and my light was strong
it’s a mash in palms, i swear they blast (bow)
pump it, get back and rip it (bow, bow)
bro kick him, i’ll ching him (umm+hmm)
tryna leave their whole team finished
them boys gotta feel ‘cah them boy don’t listen (no)

[outro]
es on the beat

- v9 lyrics

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