HB Freestyle (Rzo Munna x Pumpz x Soze) 9th Street (Ft. Pumpz (9th Street), Rzo Munna & Soze (9th Street))
[Intro: Joey Clipstar]
Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles
Now this ones been most requested for a long time, so its only right we sorted it out
9th Street, HB Freestyles
Brigades, Brigades, Brigades
I ain't gon do too much talking
You know the faces, so let's get into it
[Verse 1: Soze]
Mum says "boy, you're too shallow", I don't deep what I'm told
No breakfast, just dinners, when I'm in the kitchen scrapping bowls
Opps gets hit, scripts get flipped
Flipped like a old school phone
And this Trap house here ain't hot, this T here's Unknown
Pull up and have man shifting, do dirt on my own, or assistance
Man get popped like blisters
Man behave like sisters; some bitches
I'm in OT in a village, not bista, and these scripts get flipped like Rizla
[Verse 2: Pumpz]
Beef on sight, like I could never let that slide
Four-man when he we go on a glide
Two straps in a back, one passenger side
Can't say that the beef ain't fried
None of my close ones cried
They hear .44, wid' the 16, same time my Lil' niggas got life
And I pree'd on the opp boys twice
They can't talk bout K's on the 9, man get round dere on bikes
They got round and tried, but the opps can't talk about slides
I juss sent a postal out, man I pray that my broski's nice
Its still free the guys, and bro-bro mash still on rides
Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles
Now this ones been most requested for a long time, so its only right we sorted it out
9th Street, HB Freestyles
Brigades, Brigades, Brigades
I ain't gon do too much talking
You know the faces, so let's get into it
[Verse 1: Soze]
Mum says "boy, you're too shallow", I don't deep what I'm told
No breakfast, just dinners, when I'm in the kitchen scrapping bowls
Opps gets hit, scripts get flipped
Flipped like a old school phone
And this Trap house here ain't hot, this T here's Unknown
Pull up and have man shifting, do dirt on my own, or assistance
Man get popped like blisters
Man behave like sisters; some bitches
I'm in OT in a village, not bista, and these scripts get flipped like Rizla
[Verse 2: Pumpz]
Beef on sight, like I could never let that slide
Four-man when he we go on a glide
Two straps in a back, one passenger side
Can't say that the beef ain't fried
None of my close ones cried
They hear .44, wid' the 16, same time my Lil' niggas got life
And I pree'd on the opp boys twice
They can't talk bout K's on the 9, man get round dere on bikes
They got round and tried, but the opps can't talk about slides
I juss sent a postal out, man I pray that my broski's nice
Its still free the guys, and bro-bro mash still on rides
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