Raise Hell

[Intro] Project X Swear down More Money produced it [Verse 1: V9] This shank on my hip will send man hell Rude boy got chinged and he fell Stretched that nigga, I fed him well Chinging niggas, I don't know names I just know he's from that estate So you know I gotta take that trip If you slip you know you're pissed How many times have I gripped that stick? Like I'm playing Polo Opp block, do it Marco Polo I can do it on my solo Boot cut jeans, I look like a hobo I'm in the back of a bike like Lobo Swing that suttin' and tear at his backbone [Verse 2: Unknown T] Slip on your backroad, you might hold a ching in your backbone Fuck it, move with a broom like bruck it Fill up the dings with steel and skengs, told my young Gs tuck it We brucked him, dig him and don't stop plugging What's the odds if you're buckin' to paigons Thameside 9 out of 10, they're running 4 doors pop in the 8, that's 4 man screaming "bun him" [Verse 3: V9] That's 4 man screaming out "bun him" Don't make me bruck it and slump him Are you buzzing? How can you say my name? I done chased down all them rappers Put him to sleep when I grabbed him That little boy, he tried vanish Run for his life, he panicked [Verse 4: Unknown T] Fuck all the shit, man set shit straight I don't deal with the mix like blenders Don't slip if you're taking the mick You can feel this stick from the real Eastenders Dip man straight, we don't do no swinging Dip 'til the rambo's bending Bruck it to opps, it's beef I'm setting The niners been on cheffing [Verse 5: V9] Niners been on cheffings I chinged that man and I meant it Shanks love bending **** got cheffed it's hellish Leave man red like me Hop out the 4 door truck and squeeze I ain't a fucking neek, I'll ching man out of his T That's hashtag BBC, [?] come darker than me [TBC]