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]