Intro

(Police radios chat ....)

[CB]

What, yeah?

[Woosh]

Yeah! Yeah!

[CB]

Yeah come on! Dunknow... Dunknow... Get me!... CB!... Get me... Live-o from the Marsh... 23... Ain't nothing hideous!... Get me!... Shout my nigga Woosh!... Gang Unit!... Banger init!... Gaza!... Niggas know the drill, dont get killed init!... Get me!... Free the guys!... My nigga Woosh doing his ting!... Big up the ends!... Big up the Gaza!... Free Northside Newham!... Yeah!....

[Verse 1: Woosh]

The same brothers that I'm trying overule with, that's the same brothers that I went to school with

I was smart for my age, so I never had olders

You ain't never felt pain, I carried my mum on my shoulders

What's there to live for after that

It ain't like I got kids, it's not like I'm a dad

But I ain't tryna' stand, on the corner on the curb

Cause I ain't got the patience, like a doctor with no work

Stop watching what I made, from that last half a brick

Cause little man, that's not your concern

And free my bro Rams, he's in jail for long term

I could be there to, if I take the wrong turn

But the only bird, that I'm tryna see is when I'm out of food

So watch who you keep around you

Cah a quarter of your company's snakey

And half of your company's shakey

Only a quarter keep it real

Me, I just do it for the thrill

It's not a tangerine when suttin's getting peeled

My boy telling me he's soon home

He don't wanna borrow money when he said he's feeling alone

We should be in the mosque, practising about a prophet

But the young ones in the kitchen trying practice to get profit

So they can cop a stick, and then take it to their oppers strip (to their oppers strip)