Yeah we mad, yeah we crazy
Big .44’s with no safety
Been movin’ schitz real lately
Trizzac moves like he got rabies
Yeah we mad, yeah we crazy
Dip him til’ my wrist has gone lazy
If it’s not bagel then it’s tasty
He already got dipped by katie
Yeah we crazy and we mad
I want guns from baghdad
I got the drop and i’m glad
If it ain’t us then who’s bad
It gets bloody like your girls pad
How many dippers had man had
How many cases gone, the jakes had
Get him and his comrade
Told kwengface get the mop but hе already dropped that juice
Bang at his hеad, hopin’ the blood touches the wall or the roof
I never talk lies on tracks, tell me when have i lied in the booth?
He talks a good game but i don’t rate cah’ that n#gg# never tells the truth
I don’t give a toss, ching him up, let him see my pompoms
Bare back it, no condom
Pecknarm where i come from
Get his chest, lowe the long johns
I want more, i don’t want some
Push shanks through cottons
f#ck brandon, i’m servin’ you pompoms
All of this.. but none of us work at heinz
That n#gg# saw one shine
Speak up, what a nervous guy
Roll in stolen motors, i’m from a place where the learners drive
If i wanna hurt this guy, pull up hi, skrr then bye
How many chingings we did
All thing in the whip, show man bout ride outs
I been all black with my knife out
Tryna get all these faggots to sign out
Heard there’s opps on the block
Man rock with the bop just to make a man lie down
How many opps got knifed down?
How comes the opps ain’t learnin’ for crime now
Oh sh#t, oh well
Don’t talk about back it til’ i back it and you ain’t on piss as well
p#ssies are wet, come like some flippin’ girls
More time i got my ramsay on me, if not that kitchens hell
Gyal too fast, tryna go in my pocket
Wanna know what’s up so she touchin’ up my waist and my wallet
Like man had to tell girl chill, like man had to tell girl stop it
Big man said there’s cheap on floss, so that means loads of profit
Man i’ll give it to my mummy, “i’ll stack that for you, that’s loads of shopping”
Man i want a four door, lookin’ so peng, inside lookin’ like a cockpit
See i’m trappin’, i’m trapped in the trap
You’re trapped in your girlfriends closet
See i bruck down packs of am and this takes loads of knowledge
Like gyal too fast, wanna ask where my profit
I just brucked down a 9 by i way, that took loads of knowledge
Like why you think i tweet so much? i’m smokin’ loads of chronic
Like man see justin, man dust him, watch man turn sonic
Get dough, get wid’ it
Cat went oh so smooth
Toot then boot, good riddance
Gyal skin out, skin out then slap weight
She can’t do it like that way
Mana’ just dash way’
Like gyal good riddance
Now the pack came in, pack came in
Now it’s gone missin’
I roll up and no missin’
Like man fishin’, fish him
Man fish, fish and then skiddish
Like skiddish, skiddish
Man fish, fish and then skiddish
Man fish, fish and then skiddish
Ten toes step, get it correct
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Zone 2 Lyrics – Block Cypher