Zone 2, Snoop, Kwengface, Trizzac , Karma - Censored lyrics

Nizzy Narm's where it started (Narm)
I don't give a fuck 'bout Kennington
Thought they was on
 now I see they're half hearted (Dickhead)
Hella man talk like the can't get touched
But you can get touched, nuttin' but targets
(Truss) opps get cold feet, no carpets
Gang slap waps, gang puff and pass it
Bark it, do it like Vegeta and blast it
(Bow, bow) wet man's polo, no homo
I'm tryna touch man's heart (Splash)
He got-got cah he weren't that fast
Or was he just takin' a jog?
T T shirt, bally or mask on my face
No face, I ain't takin' it off (No way)
GB's dead, I'm bakin' it off
Billin' Incog next, still I'm bakin' it off
True say, I'm only five foot nine
Sometimes I wish that I could've been taller
(I do)
Incog's dead, he should've done F (he's dead)
GB's dead, he could've been a baller (Ah)
And, Denz didn't beat that case
But he beat that wap like
A next man's daughter (Free Denz)
My face comin' like no caller
Unknown, no ID, no sorter

(Trizzla) we use CJ for rizz (Yes)
We use GB for chip
Their boss Incog got dipped
Pissed, call that a Moscow spliff
In fact, call that a opp boy zoot
I swear I love girls that throw up 2
(I love 'em)
From kway I've been tightenin' screws
Like Karma, I'm out of line, no cue, two
(Out of line)
We the most villainous crew, yes
Very notorious gang
You know in your head, pray it don't jam
This fairy's big and yes, it will bang
(Bow, bow)
You'd think that I'm white and racist
Don't like niggas like the Ku Klux Klan
(I don't like them)
Fire on their block, they don't hang
'Cause we pull up, that's me and gang
(All the members)
These opps tryna keep me fit
When they see Trizz, they panic and sprint
(Dash it) she sees me, start smile and wink
I think she's giving me hints (See)
It was Kweng with the mop, no cleaner
They don't take shots, them man are keepers
(They don't shoot)
Free Kenz, he was way too eager (Free him up)
We chinged that yute 'til he had a seizure
(Chinged him)

You don't wanna see us in a 22
Three man, tryna leave man leaner
This gyal says she wanna go Hacks or not
But she don't wanna hold this beater
Got my hoodie on tight and my big fat knife
Tryna take man's soul like the reaper
I ain't no PE teacher
Make a opp boy do a hundred meter
Yo, two and a shoe in a pot
Watch that lock, nuttin' but prof' (Whip)
I just linked JT for a tester, mad ting
Watch man dribble and cough
OT settin' up shops
Better link me indoors cah the roads too hot
(Uuhuuh) most of these yutes been bummy
Sittin' at home, doin' up squat
Yo, someone's lyin', innit? (Innit?)
How many opps we billin'? (Haha)
I could talk about opps all day
But everybody knows that us man's winnin'
(That's true)
Yo, most of my opps are gimmicks
Had bare talk 'till the Ruger hit him
I'm on the M-way with the 252
I'd better not hold me a spinach (No)

They keep tryna link me to murders
I ain't gotta go no further (Nope)
OS got left for dead ruth never looked back
He just put on his burners (He didn't)
I don't even know who's Ted (Huh?)
Young black when my blade got fed (Bow)
And while GB done got shot
MY played out dead (Dickhead)
I backed that dotty on Tiny (Jammed)
And I've backed that dotty on J Loud (Jammed)
And I've slapped that dotty at Dipz
And I slapped that 9 at JJ (Bow)
And I slapped that dotty on the AY
On Blacka and his mates
And his friends done dasheen (Dasheen)
And I slapped that yute in Cambs
When I saw two black
Yutes walkin' in trackies
All of South London know I'm on badness
(Badness) even the jakes know I'm active
I ain't no smoker hop on the ride and
Everyone looks like Snoop, let's catch him
(Go and catch him) gB's up in the zoots
But GB's up in my balloon
KT thought he was gonna get 'lowed
'Cause I was on my live when
I was high off balloons

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