Giggs, DJ Big Ryde - Track 10 lyrics

Hollowman I got the weapon to beef Gs
Drop one and let the second release squeeze
Top gun and niggas repping the streets
We block gangbangers from Peckham to E Street
Got my own straps I don't beg guns
Got the Tec ready for whenever death comes
And when his head spun all
He saw was gully niggas
Jumping out the whip busting
Off screaming red rum
Niggas mad hungry so niggas get bunned
Strip's dead niggas living off
Of bread crumbs so we press guns
Slugs biting niggas in the night
Like a bed bug
Tiny Boost, Young Butch get the hood kicking
North we'll give you little
Bitch niggas good kicking
You know the hoods difference: niggas
In your hood chicken
If one of them gets dropped
I'm like good riddance
Time is money so niggas get the buj ticking
Never really had a dad, I was hood risen
Niggas living in this hood prison
We was most hated now every hood listen
Pecky gangbanger I ain't on
The hood switching
Squeeze off and watch the head
Under his hood spinning
Niggas better look, listen
The real talk's got every other hood spitting

I ask who said that, niggas gone shook
Now everybody's looking at me
With a dumb look
Back out the same time you get your buns took

Niggas ripping up the track not one hook