98 Degrees 98s, Unknown T & V9 (Ft. Hitman (Holly Street), DA (Holly Street), Mazza (Homerton) & Stally)

[Intro]
(Ay, C, tell 'em baby)
(X10)
(R14)
Ninety eights
Gang shit
Go check the fuckin' news
We really do
It's us
We're the one's making noise out 'ere

[Verse 1: Stally]
Still tryna score like Kobe (Swish)
Wet man with my pokey (Ching)
Still tryna dice suttin' up
When we're in that dings and we're glidin' through Stokey
Or Fields, or Square
We don't care (We don't care)
See feds, gang disappear
I ain't tryna get locked with the driver tear (Skkrt)
Beef ting's gettin' intеnse (What?)
We raisin' the crimе rate
Discharge shells, you know that I'm irate
Let off the baby I held it sideways (Bow, bow)
Boof got chopped tryna get some food
Man run at their barbies too (Ching, ching)
I bussed that GBH, should've seen mum's face when she heard times two
Man rubbed out the Redfish yutes (Dickheads)
Got shot and he snitched, free --, sure knows how to shoot
Man got down two, they were so confused
I've ran too much man out their shoes (Too much)
How many times I seen molly?
I buss that window, the boy just blew
Got chopped, he nearly got-got
His brother nearly lost the plot (Should've dead)
Man's lettin' off shots, ain't hittin' no doors
Man really wanna beef or what?
My youngers are savage, Japan man's top
That big man shoulda got dropped (Ching)
One time it really got peak
I gripped my machete, swung it like a mop