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Description
The street breathes steam and tension - as if the concrete itself is clenching its fists. Here, every word is not a sound but a warning, every rhyme is like the click of a shutter. A world where CCTV is not protection but a spectator, and whoever makes the most noise is the first to fall. Fighting realism without morals, but with a clear logic of survival: those who don't lie stay alive. Everything around is saturated with electricity, and even the pauses sound like blows. There is a strange honesty in this chaos - rough, sticky, real, like blood on a white T-shirt.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ayo.
Greez.
Yeah.
Too much CCTV, nah, I don't really wanna get violent.
But you could get a punch from Ireland , and you could get a kick from Thailand.
Slap from Nigeria make you start hearin' sirens.
Shey ogun ti mo n so.
We had to dysfunction that function, gave him a slap from South West London.
Call that conundrum, now he can't function, try cause a disruption. I can't lie like them man do.
I hear it, but I don't trust 'em. It's make believe corruption , 'cause they're not like that when I buck them.
It's easy to see that you don't get paid, you man are stressed, it shows.
All of that talk about takin' risks, he saw the skeng, he froze.
Stepped out in his bestest clothes, now you're in a hospital with your chest exposed. Swing, dip,
T-shirt rip, mouth too big, shoulda kept it closed.
I rate that he's backin' his bredrin. Now I'm gonna see what they're both on.
I don't wanna hear, "FK allow me". I don't wanna hear, "FK, hold on.
" Left, weave right, now it looks like he got fucked up, Botox.
Are you sure I'm who you wanna step to? Are you sure I'm who you wanna roll on? They see me in the cut with
Skept', now they think that I'm BBK.
Fully on Greez these days.
Them man chat shit these days, that's why bro spin like the CDJ. Plug try give me a CCJ. TBH, I CBA. I still live like GTA. Too much
CCTV, nah, I don't really wanna get violent. But you could get a punch from
Ireland , and you could get a kick from Thailand.
Slap from Nigeria make you start hearin' sirens.
Shey ogun ti mo n so.
We had to dysfunction that function, gave him a slap from South West London.
Call that conundrum, now he can't function, try cause a disruption. I can't lie like them man do.
I hear it, but I don't trust 'em. It's make believe corruption , 'cause they're not like that when I buck them.
And we don't care 'bout your gang. All of your mums, I tell you to suck them.
Bro pop that cannon, make everyone scatter. If you feel brave, don't run then.
Your boy ran, left you, that's a bad friend. I'm still with the same guys from back then.
You know Lash, that's gang them, and Dex, gun them.
You wanna be the loudest guy in the room, I came with the quietest dude.
And if you heard that he's live, it's true. He got a Glock 21 minus two. Say he got riders, we got riders too.
And we don't like to lose. Any funny business, them my guys on you.
Now your white tee lookin' like rice is who? My young G's on go, he can't help it.
Tryna turn white tees red velvet. 'Cause he greedy and he's selfish. Hopped out and left man Michael
Phelps-in'. Uh-huh, hmm. I gave him a jailhouse rock like Elvis.
Rocked him and his bredrins weren't helpin'. Man doubt if I reach for my pelvis.
Us never them, us never them.
Us never them, us never them.
Uh-huh, huh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.