My Story

[Intro] Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum Dum, dum [Verse] Look Friday, eight o'clock Me and Jason looking 'round on a paigon block We got the drop from a catty on Jason's phone She said she saw the two boys that tried to raid his home And they did too, a big move They ran into my boys yard with a pistol Took ten grand off his stack while he stood still Then gun-bucked his little sister 'cause she tried to scream She fell down the stairs, she was laid out Neural damage paralysed from the waist down This is my right hand, my little sister too So I'ma put them in a grave if I see this yute We circled the block twice, and didn't see a sign Jason's kinda shaken, I can see his eyes I'm telling him "relax when we see these guys Point blank, put a bullet in between his eyes" I've walked into the estate, but this isn't right I hear the wind whistle loud, it's a chilly night I'm gripping so hard on this spinner with my finger on the trigger I swear I can feel the spirits cry, this estate's called S-Block We lost two friends here, got stabbed here Made cash here, saw death here We near enough had a war in the ends here Alot of man, they talk bad on there strip It takes a man to admit that I was scared here Two of my friends lost their lives on this land that I stand on I'm still getting active on the guys, I'm getting hands on I hear a noise in the distance, so I run to it And he runs with me, one gun with me, two knives on me So If it jams then I slash, stab, chef, carve and buck fifty And then we reach the little corner We can see them from an angle, three yutes standin' Two were in the house, but there's one set of twins And only one of them was there But whichever one it is, pushed his sister down the stairs So I hop round this bend with the metal in my hand Like put your hands up in the air, you little argh "Which one did it?", the twin said nothing as expected So, I grabbed the weak link, and made Jason take his guts out I still got my gun out, so "Which one did it?" He slipped up and said "The one in the Nike" They both tried to run 'til I put one in his thigh Everybody's scattered, I turned around to run I turned around to run to see a bag of bully vans This is gun police, and they would dump on me So watch the flying squad turn into the firing squad