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zone 2 – no censor! (original version) lyrics

[intro]
gotcha

[verse 1: unrulybad]
if you don’t talk about drills (drills), they won’t love no more (fake)
(ned-ned-ned) ned just wanted a cheeseburger, max what you do that for?
knockout’s juice gets spilled on the floor, huh, now you done started a war
no ping pong, gang cutted thru’ bird just back and forth (ping)
in jail smashed his head on the floor
front line, n0body can cross it (but try now)
you can drive thru’, but n0body can walk it
l2, r2
now gb in a casket (dead), forensics setting up tents
now them haffi white chalk it (deceased)
fill him up and just r-ss it ([?] f-ck)

[verse 2: karma]
incog got put in a spliff (bill it)
gb got put in a spliff (bill it)
sa got put in a spliff (bill it)
lil cj got put in a spliff
ot nearly got put in the rizz (ugh)
paul nearly got put in a rizz (ugh)
naghz max got bored in the wig (splash)
gang love crash, bore and dip (ching)
been circle h-lla times on the road, we bored his bro
could’ve fived biggs, give me 20 or more no fibs (ah sh-t)
p-ss, should’ve got put in a spliff (i’m p-ssed)
ay, remember when i bored up uh, i had a smile on my face, that was funny as sh-t (haha)
cah i had the big man screaming like “mummy”, nowhere near where his mumzy lives (trizzla)

[verse 3: trizzac]
my blade hit his chestplate, next i swear, i had his best friend running (kevin)
i done beat up rampz in probation, he shouldn’t have pushed my b-ttons
why’d you think that they call me judas? i laugh and giggle at my dead opp cousin (incog)
loose says that he chings he doesn’t (no), truss me gang done cheffed up dozens (chinged)
i’m tryna see the opps get shot (bow), same way gb done got gone (bow, bow)
or how cj done got dropped, surely dem man has had enough? (they have)
but truss me, the beef dont stop, so we’re out ‘ere tryna put another in the box
so i’ll beat up jimmy before he turn dust
twins and loski watched naghz get chopped (chingers)

[verse 4: bgody]
on the ride bro p-ssed that hammer, rock and roll til the drum mick jagger
it don’t matter, 21 years, free bro, a real opp blammer
if i scratch this shoot, no mask, then it’s back to the slammer, social banger
if i scratch this shoot, no mask, then it’s back to the slammer, social banger (get it?)
trizz rise up things, swing that sh-t, i know his intent was murder
reverse that whip, it might be flizz, but i’ll do it and burn dat drip (burner)
leave lv jailhouse p-ssed, don’t cut a man up, we’ll swing our fists
and i saw my life, even guns got hit that day we got down chris

[verse 5: lr]
no chatting let’s back it and blast it
we r-ss it if you’re chatting ’bout crisis
3 done shot it, got it and tarnish
they won’t even ride their jarring
me and bro jumped out, he didn’t park it
truss me, you don’t want me starting (nah)
about when the block got bombarded
f-ck it, splashed up, thought he was cuttin’
youngers rapping, well he ain’t on nuttin’
bagel king when roof got smothered (d-ckhead)
from young had swords on waist, we was out on the mains when bro said i’m not suttin’
i’m psycho villain, i’m sick i’m innocent
bruce don’t do this, we’re tryna go fishing
call my n-ggas, we masked up drillers
get feds and dingers, complete that mission

- zone 2 lyrics

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