My probation worker's a fuckin' bitch She was tellin' me, "Do construction", but, fuck that, I want hammers and bricks Sticks and stones will break your bones I sell more stones and I buy more sticks My shank hit, like the Titanic, it is your skin where it's gonna sink Who's that nigga? Stop this whip I wanna go home with my man's liver or back this blade have metal inject in his face like he's gettin' lip filler Bro caught two special K's, we might as well call him a serial killer Say that your gang mashed work on my batch, but I bet you couldn't put it on **** I heard my man screamin', "Please", but it didn't stop me from cheffin' Come like I got no sparе change For a homeless man, I don't carе if he's beggin' So, let me ask you a quick question Does it make me a terrible man that I wanna pull out the shotgun and shoot up his head till he looks like Elephant Man? I'll stab that boy in his spine, leave that nigga immobilised My rambo's eatin' human flesh, I swear it could've been in the hills, have eyes It keeps goin' in different pussies, you would have thought he had an STI I chinged him once then chinged him again 'cause one stab wound wasn't feelin' right One stab wound just wasn't enough

First things first little niggas Can’t send no hits watch this coz they won’t say shit When they see my face Trust they finna slip Keep talking shit And you might get dip But if he gonna go pull out that case Best believe he gonna feel this blade Trust I’ll back my axe any day I don’t really fuck wit cunts that That try switching up these days Coz I’ll back my gz till the grave Can’t talk shit up on my gang Free dem hittaz out that cage And you Better think twice Just know my sinnerz they wit it Of course we Down for da glide Don’t play games I’ll put that shit to the test coz I ain’t no flop no I ain’t no bitch like Wes talk that smoke better say it wit chest catch your cousin he gonna get left in a mess Creep real slow when I step If light this bitch in the dark You can see that spark when I aim For da target Still go to war like Spartans Made him look shook when gang pulled up in the flesh Trust you don’t Wanna place that bet I gotta move silent I’m still duckin da feds Gotta beepin sound in my head Paranoid as fuck soon as I get out of the bed This shits just doin my head My general he still active Course he always down for the action He still catching dem boys lacking Steady makin dem do backflips Niggas get lit like I’m lighting my matches Heard he try say Don’t come to my hood lad But what happened that night Can you tell me what’s good lad I guess he got closed like a book had One of young gz makin a opp boy dash Then he got caught in d flats Spin dat whip I think I might crash call up my broski flippin them stacks My g still grinding chasing that bag So you can’t talk about the gang ties Keep on runnin your mouth And we’ll run in your house Like the last nigga he got sliced I bet u never ever pulled a trigger in your life You ain’t never seen bullet fling out da pipe Nigga only smoke buds fuck smoking ice Put down da cash den roll da dice Said free big brother he doin life If I Catch a nigga he pay the price This real No fake shit got a full clip Watch me spin da block and And that’s how they gonna get dealt with Dem bullets flyin gotta empty out these shells quick I know white boy he a real bitch haa

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Black down Jeep no Peep like No No ZK bun get swang through Torso, Vehicle crash get rammed no dash, swing our blades insert through Guts, ZK crash get clutched no Flax, Pop down doors Zombie in Hats, Pop down doors 15 in Guts, Pop down doors Sammys through Backs, 28 wounds in Chests no Legs ZK bun inside through Heads, Skull Mask on with 15 Z‘s swing them Shanks inside through Legs, Savv got dropped got smoked in Pots Slim got bored got drenched in a Box Eddie got cloged in a Coffin got got, 15 inch insert like Rocks, Speed on bike get bun like why, ZK swang tryna take mans spine, Mask on my Face don‘t tell me why, bro need smoke tell broski ride, 4 door Car in the Vehicle Night, Glock in bag when I take mans Life, Spliff turned off on the End like why,m Savv got bored can fill it with bind, Benched him, drenched him, bend him pending Zombie blade inside through Backs, ( not finished )

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* got snaked for draws backshot gang just pop dem doors rambos out natsuki i heard K1 wanna yuck himself can’t hang wid dat bitch is my name sayori?

Quieren hablar de block y pistolas pero no reaccionan No tienen sucias las tolas Aqui en mi barrio te borran Todo los mios reales Tiene manchas las pistolas Si piensan problema buscar Ningunos de llegaran Otro niveles que tu no podras Viviendo una cruda realidad En el callejon ajustes la realidad que se puede palpar y oscuras las rutas de andar te lo digo por experiencias en ningun lugar te vas a salvar si andas sin nah En la selva se corre o se trota no puedo descuidarme si tengo opss en mi camino Seguimos seguimos estoy bendecido No quieren problema conmigo si soy su asesino me pongo pa ti analizo Mi vida es una moviee Toa esa puta quieren my cash no les boy a dar lo mio ahorrar para mi mai Sakamos el ticket lejos nos vamos de aca

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[Verse 1: Suspect] We move in packs like wolf New ZK, I'm a sharp investor Ain't got one GCSE, I was in OT, tryna give out a tester You think I got PTSD from the things I've seen My mind is messed up Heart's still clean, new Glock, no beam Tryna tape that scene, and make man rest up Shout out my AGB's, real demons We're the reason that three blocks grievin' Stepper season, had Suspect creepin' I'm the reason that his hair's not evеn I'm a lyrical criminal When I get physical, keep that talk to a minimal Truth is man wan' kill 'em all Lеft man critical, mumzy wishin' for a miracle Skip Ad Monaleo 'Don Who Leo' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse 2: T.Scam] Who said that Active Gxng is retired? I came fresh home, and I upped that mileage I was out for less than a week, tryna tape that street and close man's eyelids They're on Snapchat, jus' woofin' and hypin' I'm on Snapchat jus' preein' and spyin' Sight him, bark him, then go home and light him Jump out, knife him or lean out, bine him I'm on the backstreet tryna fly out the back seat My man ran, and his bredrin said "Back me" If you lack on a block at night You might as well stand with a sign that says "Pack me" I was in the trap with some crack fiends You was at home with a bad B Bro got into a madness, we came with a wap And saved the day, and now he wan' bang me [Verse 3: Suspect] Used to hit shots on the pinnacle Fifteen with the .15 inch, might sound typical Gotta move digital, everyone's killable, wiggable A vest can't make you invincible, so protect your hat Try run away, we will kweff your back, ay The same place that he got packed Is the same place that we flex our plaques Swing this sammy or guns get pressed I done it with S and S I done it with Broadday, Hitman, Blitz and Yevz 'Cah anything go for the set Ever looked at your blade, see blood and flesh? and thought "Shit then, wouldn't wanna be them" Ever ching man down 'til you got no strength? Try cut but bro's sayin' "Do him again" Sayin' "Do him again" Man done him again, gang-gang put a opp in a coffin again His mum is a cat, and she knows we beef her son Bang-bang, got her cuppin' again Big bands got your girlfriend boppin' again I caught V1, should've got him again They say he's bad and he's caught a M He's gone now, won't be a problem again [Verse 4: T.Scam] I used to hit cells off a ridge back With a flick nank, any cell man hit that Might be shocked, but I firm that kickback Sight him, grip that and lurk and hit that No revives or get back When the AGs get 'round for the chit-chat Remember when the hand ting jammed on him? He skeeted when he heard click-clack I miss AK, man it hurt when he passed Talk on him, get left in the past The first one just shattered the window The second one nearly done my man's dance I was on the wing like Mbappe I wished that I played for France Instead, I'm on the wing with my hand down the trousers Something's getting plugged if I'm in this stance I'm on the strip, givin' cats their fix Or on lurk with the twin-twin, no Twix Circle the 5, circle the 6 It's been two hours, can't find these pricks Now I just find myself in the 1 With the one pop, tryna get man gone Please don't talk about Cres We get 'round there, and we score on them man for fun We pulled up but he wasn't that speedy Now it's looking like he got his drip from Yeezy AG's fell off, don't be cheeky We want more packs 'cah the gang too greedy Just cooled, took it easy Jump out the ride, try leave him on TV Let it spray like graffiti Done it bait in front of CCTV

Cambiamo el swich Vamos a por ti Soy el rey del drill No qiieres competir Te puedes morir Nadiee va a tirar por ti Vas a quedar maniki Los palos como iraki Con todo el ki El sentimiento sigue latente Sin remordimiento lo hacemos Todo los mios certeros son buenos Los pito certeros Vemdiendo aquello Camello to el dia por un sello No por un caramelo Lo mios son buenos te lo digo encerio En el caserio to el dia puesto en el punto de mira de la policia sigo viviendo vivencias por la merkancia las ansias que tengo por ir a buscar el pakete

Otro dia en el barrio Muxho adversario demasiados chivatos novatos que pa el maltrato mejor ni tocarlos te vas denunciado si lo haces mal eso tu lo sabes Promoviendo violencio mejor que no hablen Vendiendo en la calle nose que contarte si lo mio es violencia delitos cometidos Todo los mios activos dely los finos la transa el delito la gente el circuito el vicio los vinculos los capos los pacos mirando nosotros corriendo la calle

Can you do yxng name freak g

No puedes comparar compa si no hay comparacion En esto rapido entrando a la accion Adrenalina por todo mi cuerpo cuando cargo la nueve en mis mano stop bro para para mientrs uno de los mios le da apuñ*lad@s Somo mutantes con la tola y bien aseguradas y cargadas Para la ocacion vestido all black como patron No somos 970 block pero entramos a su block Con la nueves cz tambien glocks por el callejon me busco lo mio esto es real.

Las tolas sin filtro no tengo filtro cuando lo canto cuando relato me siento un loko Cada vez que lo hago Subiendo de rango no hay adversario con esto tacaño me prendo otro caño sigo speed en la pista Todos van de artistas No incistas matar me exita Exito en la pista sin ser millonario Matamo como los sicarios Corriendo de los pacos como un galgo Trapstar hoodrich adidas algunas prendas no te sorprendas cuando lo prendas dale candela que no te tiemble la mano incito al odio si soy puro odio de pekeño odioso Molestoso Gordo a veces comun oso en esto destaco siempre brillando Nunca apagado..

La pongo a menear la chapa que mueva la chapa namas Se va conmigo con el flow Con mucho saoco Aguita de coco pa la baby Soy un gy dificil que me maten en la calle Mejor que tu te calles si no sabes como me muevo como lo haria shaked muevelo shaked mueve

El karma se los va comer Sigo en mi mismo barrio al tanto de todo lo que pasa In The Hood Quemando blones porq no venden backwoods Robando como robin hood Los mios astutos en la pista Aqui todo lo mio son gallos de pelea Lo pongo a bailar la cueca si ellos se tuercen se enchuecan Caen del cielo las balas huecas hacia tu casa hacia tu puerta Todo esto negros siguen alerta vendiendo la keta en el aderal Vendiendo to el dia el material Hay materia por repazar Lo mio lo boy a lograr la boy a romper boy a ganar

El karma se los va comer Sigo en mi mismo barrio al tanto de todo lo que pasa In The Hood Quemando blones porq no venden backwoods Robando como robin hood Los mios astutos en la pista Aqui todo lo mio son gallos de pelea Lo pongo a bailar la cueca si ellos se tuercen se enchuecan Caen del cielo las balas huecas hacia tu casa hacia tu puerta Todo esto negros siguen alerta vendiendo la keta en el aderal Vendiendo to el dia el material Hay materia por repazar Lo mio lo boy a lograr la boy a romper boy a ganar.

Con el medio calibre sali a buscarlos Todo lo que canto son echos relatos Paso el rato quemando uno gramos Seguir luchar o morir En la calle pocas opciones son las que quedan En ruta tirandome pedaso de flows pa pasar el rato quemando unos gramos La movie la vivo sin tener que grabarlo Escuchan de lejos los tiros las voces del diablo Yo en la calle poco es lo que hablo Tengo un contrato firmado con el mal bro

Dis one is brazy bro thx!

Try get #ActiveGxng BA x Lil Dotz - Hitlist beat

Acg smoke on the air I beg

Quieren hablar de block y pistolas pero no reaccionan No tienen sucias las tolas Aqui en mi barrio te borran Todo los mios reales Tiene manchas las pistolas Si piensan problema buscar Ningunos de llegaran Otro niveles que tu no podras Viviendo una cruda realidad En el callejon ajustes la realidad que se puede palpar y oscuras las rutas de andar te lo digo por experiencias en ningun lugar te vas a salvar si andas sin nah En la selva se corre o se trota no puedo descuidarme si tengo opss en mi camino Seguimos seguimos estoy bendecido No quieren problema conmigo si soy su asesino me pongo pa ti analizo Mi vida es una moviee Toa esa puta quieren my cash no les boy a dar lo mio ahorrar para mi mai Sakamos el ticket lejos nos vamos de aca

C got ducked on the mains, ZK got hit wid his flick blade, Haych done ate dat slug got hit wid his darg for droppin my 8, Alla my guys are live if yu talk on gang get hit up today, Marni was talkin his crud so his bando spot got hit wid a raid, why they love talk on my team when they know what we do oh my oh my, when i saw that boy by the shop told bro all mine all mine, yuno my akhs got guns .44s rugers or da big round 9ines, DK got bucked dat day he left widda big fat swoll in his eye, Bside aint got no points they keep on rapping but dont hit shit, 6side they keep on rattin der own boys snaked for a fuckin bitch, LT got hit by bro my man done died for clit, i swear its peak how he lives after he got shaved in his fuckin hip, RK das my right hand man yuno brodie a well known dipper, MD done got dat yute by da Js dat day had my man cryin a river, Me and S das a 2 man step if we see dem yutes den its str8 to the pressure, DG dont fuck wid waps he grabs da ramz and str8 to da liver, berky wid his chick one day way too peak he got right wid her, he lived and his bitch done lil nigga yu hear dis fuckin lipper

Bro can you do Rakz - Plugged In Part 2? Would be mad 🔥

Rambo battles and gun fights On-sight anything 1Side We're only a quarter of Camden But we make three quarters of the gun crime That's Broadday, Blitz and Yevz just slappin' it Me? I'm known for stabbin' it Pop doors had ten man panicking Gang be a few but gang straight savages They all hate Sus or mad at him He picked the dark side like Anakin Dressed in black like Vader, no lightsaber ZK tear through your abdomen 'Cah he was so pumped, his lungs got punctured One more time? We'll package him Name your mеmbers All of them AG victims, packs and cabbages Lil' man slippеd, turned pack, oh no Big man slipped, turned pack, oh no Chinx got bored in the chest, oh yes Fuck the diss songs and ride, you joke Man put fear in their heart, ask Pepper I was runnin' him down on Hampstead Road 1.6M451 Cash Cobain 'Rump Punch' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified NOW PLAYINGCash Cobain 'Rump Punch' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified4batz 'act ii: date @ 8' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius VerifiedJ.P. 'Bad Bitty' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse]: Munster Square where Culps got-got They left his chest with a big fat hole When my man died, he was cryin' If they said he had a heart of a lion, they're lyin' Blitz was there when Pepper was dying Chinx was there, I dare him deny it Chinx got yinged, what a brilliant get-back How you gon' brag 'bout a shitty ass pellet? You don't recall but Eazy remembers Holdin' your wounds like hold on Derek Hold on, wait How dare you talk on the A's, you got no K's Fourteen times when Lebz got shaved That's the third time I taped your estate Had two shanks but had no tekkers Gutta held one and left his mate Not the first time we made him run Know Culprit's lookin' down, in disgrace Jokin', Culprit ain't in the sky He's up in my riz’, I'm 'bout to get high If you bought me clothes, then pigs gon' fly I had to burn clothes, when I got his guy Hampstead Road, they got GSqueeze Bare headshots, he was screamin' "Please" Bore man up 'til he starts convulsing Can't throw P's or C's 'round me Ask their whole block, if they seen that smoke You can't throw barbecues in peace They back their mash, then hide behind hoes Like we won't hit barbies too, my G How many times me and Goose locked eyes? He don't think twice, just keeps it steppin' Yevz, that's 007, chest-shot Nutty in front of his bredrins [Chorus]: Rambo battles and gun fights On-sight anything 1Side We're only a quarter of Camden But we make three quarters of the gun crime That's Broadday, Blitz and Yevz just slappin' it Me? I'm known for stabbin' it Pop doors had ten man panicking Gang be a few but gang straight savages They all hate Sus or mad at him He picked the dark side like Anakin Dressed in black like Vader, no lightsaber ZK tear through your abdomen 'Cah he was so pumped, his lungs got punctured One more time? We'll package him Name your members All of them AG victims, packs and cabbages Lil' man slipped, turned pack, oh no Big man slipped, turned pack, oh no Chinx got bored in the chest, oh yes Fuck the diss songs and ride, you joke Man put fear in their heart, ask Pepper I'm runnin' him down like I'm gonna kill you, fuck I'm runnin' him down like I'm gonna kill you Ha-ha-ha

Give us the drop and we turning up No AGB but we active gang hop out the whip and let it bang Am burst that Breda hop out the whip ama pull that trigger Silent stepper u know my name CK shout it loud and proud Hideaway when me and my gang come you know that 5man step strong like loud You know my right hand man ain’t lazy How many man has punched up How many man has left out bleeding H my brother left man pleading

One of the best beats

Can u find the Beat for Woodgreen Rekz - Vests

Dt g41 the best duo right now

Mad beat 100%

Hard beat

love bro thats give me some hope

Back my splash and I ying that prick, ain’t no meet but the wheeldem spin, too many man on this faking ting, just run up in yards and take that shit. My man got slapped in A&E man told dem Niggaz don’t play wid me. 4 man up in the whizz wid waps not stones and sticks, tell bro bro duck from HMP

Verse 1] Step them sides with the longest tool (Boom, bow) If you get caught by us, you will get dipped like a knuckle ball And I'm on the opp block, two strikers We attack like Liverpool (True) Shh got got in shh and he got left in critical I bucked two opps and I dipped them all Jump out the ride, that's me and bae Said you're on A Kid, must've gonе cray Break down bud, bro, press that Yae If I watch M1 whip, no Naе-Nae (Bow) You can smell what bro bro's cooking But this ain't nuttin like rock (No way) Dussing down opps, I push it through tops And I will not stop 'til I hear them cops Jump out the ride like a fucking madman (Bow) Rams in my hand Swing swing, I'll stab man (Bow) Aim up high, lock arm and slap man (Bow) Old school days, used to ride with my cab man (Bow) All good things come to an end (True) He was too fast, so I dipped his friend (True) She was dead, but her friend was leng So I jeet her friend, now we ain't no friends [Chorus] I ain't got time for a hoe, no Just freed up on a nine And Shakk just grabbed some TT snow (Trapped up) Woah, I ain't your average Joe, no Aim up high, not low (Bow) If I see feds then I go, go, go (True) Cah I ain't tryna be on the wing I'm tryna be upfront like Ronaldo (No way) I ain't got time for a hoe, no Just freed up on a nine And Shakk just grabbed some TT snow (Trapped up) Woah, I ain't your average Joe, no Aim up high, not low (Bow) If I see feds then I go, go, go (True) Cah I ain't tryna be on the wing I'm tryna be upfront like Ronaldo (No way) Verse 2] When we glide you don't see it on UDN Cah none of us bring our phones (No way) That boy came short on a pack with attitude Told him to watch his tone (Dickhead) And please don't talk about bands I made ten racks in three weeks alone (Money) And who would've thought we made all of these racks of a twenty pound Lyca phone (Who?) That's me and trap trap fate (True) Buy it, sell it, wrap it, slang it (True) That's your cell? I don't care, I'll clamp it (True) Lines just filled with cats and addicts I got nine GCSE's So who would've thought I'd be stuck in the trap with half a box around me? (For real) Stain your grub, we ain't average G's (Bow) Big dot-dot, and it came with corn (True) Way too long, so it haffi get sawn (Chop it) Shh got shot, he did not respawn Eight rides and a box Eight racks withdrawn (Money) She knows that I fuck with the fraud She don't even know that I move these packs (Bitch) She knows that I goes live in the B She doesn't even know I go live in the trap (Bitch) Two grinds (Two) He got done more than two times (Two) We got about two lines (Two) Bro got a body, and he'll do time (Two) Two grinds (Two) He got done more than two times (Two) We got about two lines (Two) Bro got a body, and he'll do time (Bow)

Cmon hill

Got me pissed Yanko quit :/ but at least he left behind his legacy and this beat is colder than ever

We move in packs like wolf

Bro upgrade to a bigger skeng

Big stepper Grim reaper yeah you know the rest Imma have her grind on me if im overdressed Could've been a B I can’t give a bitch my home address If she set me up, i once but brudda i was so upset Brudda, I can change your sheets Get the pussy soaking wet Pussy's in the air, that she won't forget Beat that pussy up like it bangs for peck Throw a bar-8 and leave it Percy yeah AGB, the murder set Pop 'em like a percocet This skеngy had the crowd jumpin like it's merky fеst Acting like you get it but the streets ain't ever heard of them Heard a man that washed, they ain’t got their hands dirty yet Never trust a bitch, cah they love to lie Every fucking guy's screaming fuck my guys, fuck the 5 Moving angel 'til my mumma showed her 'bout my other side Asked about my other side or how I already pack a guy, and pack a guy Why my oppers love to lie?, Laugh until they run and hide See a brudda run for life See a brudda run to die, lost his mind When he tripped and begging for his fucking life Everybody's bad 'til they buck my knife Say everybody's bad 'til they buck my knife Say everybody's bad 'til they buck my knife Say everybody's bad 'til they buck my knife Put a K on the A, you could lose your life You could lose your life You could lose your life You could lose your life

What’s the best called

Maddd✔️

Joseando Joseando Sigo De Pie En esta Vie En esta vida me falta ganar Sacar Lo Mejor De Mi hasta decir Que Lo Consegui Boy a seguir Boy A Surgir Matar Estos wanabis Fumando Canabis Fumando Hachis Por toda la acera por todo el barrio Los barro como sergio ramos Pasando El Rato Vemdiendo Los Gramos Ya se acabado vuelvo por mas Hasta llegar a los 100 k Para mi ya Esto es natural. Quemando natural mira Mi drip goteo Enfrente de to los feos Cuando quieras Beef dimelo En breve me hago millonario No ay adversario con esto tacaño Me prendo otro caño pasado pisado La pista conmigo Grueso es mi estiloo Grueso la navaja el cuchillo Pistol 9 milimetro no toy ni al metro si te molesto Apesto a flow

Bro can you get #ActiveGxng Suspect - Life I Live (OG) Instrumental

Thanks bro

What video is the photo from?

😈 *#S**🅰️DSZN*

finally an actual good instrumental, been waiting for years

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