Kokane - Pound Gang lyrics

[Verse 1:Tall Man] H A C all day cause I rep the borough I'm going all out till pound gang hit the triple X front cover Born in the slums Raised in the gutter Guns don't stutter Cause I told you from the start E5 to d**h do us part I say a prayer, but I doubt the lord will forgive me Strapped up, my head's messed up I'm drowning my sorrows in hennesy I got prices on my head like Kennedy If I die today will they remember me? Would they cry and spill henny? Or ride on my enemies? Loading up clips, reminiscing to this melody Fam, you feel me? Can you relate? Old timers telling me to turn my back on the game It's been raining, it's been pouring, Hackney's warring, storming Man's falling without a warning Commoners calling Baby mothers mourning Mandem's licking off heads, kicking off doors, three in the morning It's all politics like Gordon Furthermore, f** those crooks in parliament They ain't solving my argument, I'm barging 'em [Verse 2:Kokane] I'm out of town with my Co-D's Bricks in my mind Licking 'em out Three jibs a day, we don't worry about these other cats trying to compete Cause the line rings twenty four hour like your heart beats And I'm trying to floss before the summer comes f** all my paper, leave you front page on the Sun Have your family on the run War with me? Wear your gun This ain't golf but I can still put a hole in one So get your ranks up before you f** with my clique You get your face shanked for trying to hype in the bits Canny, 24 we stay on the strip Where you get your face lit if we see you slip Catch pussies outside their yard slipping co*k that thing back(POW!) cave their head in They keep running their mouth, we keep listening We run up in their mumsies house, have their arse missing I'm a young'un but I was schooled by them olders The ones that will take your life instead of your motorola's Put two in your shoulders, one in your arteries Fam we stay strapped like a pair of huaraches Stacking big G's Jam at the crack spot And get your arse robbed if you're not one of my lot So who the f**'s on it? I'll have your boys writing R.I.P shirts with your name written on it Beef? Ask anyone, we never run from it Keep the shank in my boxers Leave a hole in your stomach p**y It's nothing pretty So don't get brave before I pop your face like a virgin p**y, youseemee [Verse 3:A.P] I spend crazy money cousin: kind of like I lost it all My mind-frame's sick, you should should of called it hospital I switched up my swagger and now it's all in the [?] Call me Bob the Builder; I got Bob's and tools I don't know why these guys want to hate on me What you gays want a date with me? Cause we can date for free And leave at the scene bait Cause I got a date with the slate and it's P's mate You guys is bums with crumbs, they ain't seen cake I seen fakes and I seen snakes I've licked to fiends, it's been jakes So I switched up my hustle too I snap quick, my mandem trying to muzzle who? I swear I'm so different and nothing like these other dudes And now I linked up with pound gang These n***as better know their side fam [Verse 4:Joe Black] The life and times of a straight G Born in the 80's North London made me Might catch me in East with Tall Man and A.P No jokes I'm in M1 with Kokane We go hard, pound gangs got the streets on smash These rappers talk about straps, but ain't ever seen a mash We got the fiends on smash Spin Z's like a windmill Got P's that stack Make bread just like kingsmill I'm in the the underground, they crowned me the king I'm just waiting for my brothers to get out of the bing I'm just waiting for a rapper to talk grease on the track then let a younger run up on your block and beat off the mac Me, I'm in a cla** of my own Three solo mixtapes, I go hard on my own If it's a private number calling I don't answer my phone My line blinks because I'm first to go out and last to go home And these rappers talk nothing but lies On their tracks they're telling everyone they hustle and grind On the real, my clique live a hustlers life On the real, the north side of London is mine Look, we hit country with wraps and bring the pounds back Tall man's had enough he's charging pound tax A few of my n***as in jail, but they'll bounce back This is the hardest, this is pound gang