The Things

[Intro] A's up G's up Niggas know Gaza Free my drillers [Verse 1] The life that I live is violent Was five-man up in the whip on a opp block And spent the whole day ridin' (death) They think I'm lyin', this beef is fryin' How many yutes been dyin'? (How many?) How much blood got shed? Don't ask me, go and ask them, this beef is real (Word) Get 'round there for the vio Same way I'll get round there for the thrill (Bu-bush) No one can tell me 'bout drills (No one) We're the reason the other side hide (Word) We're the reason them man don't chill (Word) We're the reason they lose their lives (Word) We're the reason them man get drilled (Word) We're the reason they don't go shop for their mum When she asks, best tell her it's real (On my life) And this life I live ain't promisin', I ain't got a plan to stop it Still put smoke in rides Still tryna score on these guys, I'm livin' my life (Yeah?) And for now I'm fine (I'm good) They talk 'bout wettings, see me and leg it (Pussies) I got beef with nerds Don't war with the 7th They're still stressing after their boy turned herb (Bill him up) They don't want this smoke cah their heart ain't in it I pulled loads of triggers When you talk 'bout drillers, we're the realest We're them Gaza hitters (Gaza) We used to walk with spinners Prayin' that I run into opps to smoke them eejits (Where they at?) Need more digits, and spinners, firstly I need more dingers Feds on my case, yeah, they want me gone Still get 'round there and smoke that don Must be high, what they smoking on? And they lost their heart when they lost their boss (Faggots) Anywhere goes I'll do it, it really goes off in Newham (On my life) Goal, tryna score, it's proven (Who done it?) Who do you thinks doing these bootings? Weren't me, weren't us, weren't Woody Them man there just wet like pussy (Pussies) Get man got when I rise this mop It was me in that blacked out hoodie (Bow) The things I do for the beef It's mad but it's all gonna pay off soon (Word) Mark my word One day their whole gang's gonna end up dead on the news (One day) [Chorus] The things I do for the beef The things I've done on these streets All the things I've done for the gang All the things I've done to these neeks All the risks and trips I've took And I took some more last week All the guys I've cheffed and whacked They can tell you all about me The things I do for the beef The things I've done on these streets All the things I've done for the gang All the things I've done to these neeks All the risks and trips I've took And I took some more last week All the guys I've cheffed and whacked They can tell you all about me [Verse 2] Nowadays everyone's bad And I swear man it's getting boring Where was you when we was hopping out of cabs? (Where was you?) Or when the gang ten-toes and walked it? You couldn't live a day in my shoes Made man run in his Airforce, Jordans, 97s and Loubs Spilt that blood just like I spilt my juice (On my life) I'm serious, no bluffing Get him gone for my brothers If he fucks with the opps Get got, there won't be no discussion (Bu-bush) The life that I live I hate it But I swear same way I love it Man got drilled on the back-road Just like man got drilled in public (Bow) We the wildest batch, known to attack Yeah, we fill up these waps (Niggas know) I'm bad on my own and I'm bad with my bros I ain't takin' chat (No way) If corn got slapped they know who done it If it weren't us, it was Chad (Gang) If it weren't them, it was BCM Northside of Newham, we crash (Gang) This shit ain't beef, it's war (nah) And I need them guns like Syria Me and Y.S in the ride, that's death I swear we're way too similar (Free him up) Dumped on the opps for years That's hella knifings and bootings (Hella) Do man's dance and spin that whip If I see that boy still movin' (Gang) [Chorus] The things I do for the beef The things I've done on these streets All the things I've done for the gang All the things I've done to these neeks All the risks and trips I've took And I took some more last week All the guys I've cheffed and whacked They can tell you all about me The things I do for the beef The things I've done on these streets All the things I've done for the gang All the things I've done to these neeks All the risks and trips I've took And I took some more last week All the guys I've cheffed and whacked They can tell you all about me [Outro] Gaza Yo, right now, up in the jailhouse Free the niggas Free all the real niggas you feel me, free the niggas Won't forget, you feel me? Seven, seven times, thirteen times, fifteen times Northside of Newham runnin' this ting Ask about it, got the landing on ropes