Mazza L20 x Aitch x Potter Payper x RM x Pistol Po x SJ

Описание: [Chorus: Mazza L20 & Aitch]
I'm from a place, if you got beef, you let your burner cry
Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate (Yeah), got nicked with it, I'm certified (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Aitch]
Don't be rappin' 'bout no strap, that burner's not yours
Ask him where's he's from, he's not a Manc', that boy from Stockport
Platinum every summer, five years, I must be top four (Yeah)
Broski in the nit for kickin' shit, that boy don't knock doors (Whoosh)
V.I.P., don't need no ticket, I just go
Bitch, I really run my city, half a ticket for one show
My neck cost more than the brizz, I lift my wrist up, I just glow
Had your favourite rapper's sister in the crizzy on the snow
Free Samurai, back then, we're screamin', "40 Gang" (Yeah)
Ain't fuckin' on no MILF, my broski really let that forty bang (Boom)
I just made two-fifty, bought a crib and gave my shorty bands
If feds are there, I'm gone, oi, Mazza, tell them where I'm from, yeah (Woo)
[Chorus: Mazza L20]
I'm from a place, if you got beef, you let your burner cry
Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified
[Verse 2: Mazza L20]
Free Flock, he's in the wock, he got like thirty-five (Years)
Why'd you put them bullets in your gun? You're not prepared to ride
We all wanna shoot, when it's time, we let the worker drive
Jump out, fuck a drive-through, you get your burger fried
I don't wanna hear about no bootings if he nearly died
Put you on the news at six o'clock, that's that murder time
And I can't be fuckin' with no rappers with them nursery rhymes
I've never heard your name, you probably heard of mine
I'm movin' like a terrorist, the rats are gettin' terrorised
They might need a therapist, degenerates, we're petrified
Done a few with callin' kid, he went to court and testified
Tryna get rid of all these rats like it's pesticides
[Verse 3: Potter Payper]
Asked him where he's from and he said "****," so I done it bait
Do it like I'm Twin, like I'm Cruise, tryna hit his ****
Me and Aggy B on Romford road and we just took Chase
He was talkin' gangster 'til I left him with a jook face
Stuck that pussy up against a wall like a bookcase
Always talkin' shit about some drills that never took place (Liar)
Broski, nah, he can't cook a egg, but he can cook Flake
Thirty-six, I'm signin' all the shooters with some thirty-eights
Where I'm from, if you got a beef, you get them hammers out
Bro hung up the screws all on the landin' with the scanners out
We put *** on ****, from Gascoigne up to *** **** (Real)
This the sort of place, your out of place, you can't be hangin' 'round (Still)
[Verse 2; Aystar]
(What?) I pulled up on his kid about like quarter-two
I asked him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Waterloo"
He asked me where I'm from, I said, "You dickhead, who you talkin' to?"
I pulled the mask down and let him know who he was talkin' to
(What?) Bro, it's Big Aystar with all the views
I'm the one that's runnin' 'round the pool with all the guns and goons
I'm the one that started Scouse rappin', put in guns and tunes
I'm the one that made this sound cool to put your gun to use
(What?) Free Tz on the wing, he got like four, do two, plus another ten
But, see this Mache'? It holds like forty-two
Brick him, put the scores up on the block and that's an awkward move
If he gets the drop, you get him popped 'cause I'm gon' sort it
If it's beef, we never forfeit
At least four of the bros have had some altercations with
They turn some niggas into corpses
And if you need a new ****, then Mazza's got it sorted
I had the same **** that he got caught with, it's certified
[Verse 2: RM]
Yo, I'm from a place eif you got beef, you let your burner slap
RM, say nada, G, I know you heard of man (I know)
Pass a twelve gauge 'round the ends like a dirty slag
Rollin' with the scorch, man know that's a certi strap (Grrah, grrah)
Big hand ting, that's a .45 calibre (Fours)
Dutty under seat, I couldn't care about a passenger (I couldn't)
In the hypo, sports plus, I'ma rally that (Vroom)
No certificate for the pump, I still carry that (Bah, bah)
[Verse 3: Pistol. P0]
One thing certified
Streets know I'm certified
Jails know I'm certified
I just dodged thirty-five
You ever had to shoot and drive?
Crow died, I'm hurt inside
Murder was the case
You know, not guilty, man, I beat it twice
G17, you know, slap once, yeah, it's beatin' twice
In my city, nothin' nice
Grave or a fuckin' life
If I point, yeah, they're clutchin' twice
YGs'll take your life, like, welcome to Murderside (Welcome to Murderside)