Part 1

[Intro: Kenny Allstar & 30]

Aight, lets take it over to the B Side

We're doing it different still

You see me

Blue Borough born 'n' bread

Gotta bring through some G's

First up, 30

[Verse 1]

Everyone's talking the tings but nobody ain't bringin' out poles

Bunny wid Buckfiddy on the ride just know man's dishin' out smoke

If I'm not servin' up the cats somewhere I'm with bae-bae doin' up goals

I dunno anything 'bout that crime, officer, I was sitting at home

Skid round dere now, with the clip filled to the brim

Tryna spill a mans juice, like I just spilled out my drink

If I back the cheffers, you know I'm tryna kill when I ching

Fuck all of the pussyhole cops and free all my niggas in the bin

Gimme the drop, mann'a go take dat journey

Add that K on the opps, tryna leave man hashtag curly

Got groupies all on man cah they heard about gangdem, gyal too thirsty

I walk past gyal on the roads and they stop and whisper, "I swear that's 30"

Fuck HMP, dumb pigs try do man dirty

Chrome 9mil in my hand, cock back, man hold that sturdy

Or run man down with the blade tryna stain up man's new jersey

Don't come 'round me with your bricks cah I'll get man down for a birdy

Get man down on a ride, chest up the ting, click-clack, bang

Mans been lurky, slide round der with a dagger I'm 2 man deep with the scrams

Ching man's head, ching man's head wid my Ramsey

Make juice spill down my hand

Like dey don't want smoke, dey don't want conflict with man

Nah, dey don't want war with gang

Like fuck ten-toes, fuck ten-toes with the skeng

Man get round dere in a van

Man still don't lack, seventeen-inch on my waist man's still putting work with a rambz

Like, free up Grillz, free up Grillz in the jailhouse

Got twelve years in the can, man chat on the phone

Man buss jokes with bro said he nearly done 6 soon land

Man know bout skengs

Two dum-dums in the gauge, spin ting 6 shots in the python

Link KK, big fat ting on his waist

Bali on and you know I got my ting

Mans B-Side, 785 dat's gang dat's hashtag drillers and violence

I can't get grabbed

Hid from the chopper in the air

And I had to dip low from the sirens

[Verse 2]

Done talk, part three, done told man already stop talkin'

K on the B, are you lost?

No dirt these niggas are boring

And how are my G's getting bagged

I think these niggas informing

Say nuttin', mans dishin' out corn den

No heads up, I ain't givin' no warnings

Pull up on who? Skid round where?

Foot on the pedal there skrring

Glide on the B, man spin that 'round

Bare back road route diversions

Real shit fam it's not just verses

Kway back been puttin' that work in

Dem man are 16 plate gangsters long time man shoulda got birded

[Outro: Kenny Allstar]

So that was the sound of the 30

Representing BSide

Part 2

[Intro: Kenny Allstar]

So let's switch it up a little bit

It's Kenny Allstar; the voice of the streets

When I speak the streets listen

Introducing: KK

Lets get another one from the BSide

Why not?

Mad About Bars

Season 2 settings

So nationwide

Great Britain

Take it in

KK, cut tru', my brudda

[Verse 1]

I'll get man down, we can bet like a bookies

Make him drown in his blood, he's already a pussy

Mans out on your block with the skeng, tryna turn man zoobies

And I got the zombie shank

I'm a zombie man when I bore through his hoodie

Murder one will be the outcome if you let the devil dem boogie

Fuck your dead up friend he turned cookie

Fuck the opps dey get bullied

Dip man up with the jookie

I was in the trap with bro, while you was in the bus with pornie

Like, manna buss shots ten toes

And, manna buss shots in her pussy

Like you come catch man slippin'

But the skengs done cocked for my stepped into .40

Heard that your sprinter all in one, you're some fuckin' athletes

Curl up, dip up, stretch man out, then I burn my tracky

Cruisin' in the whip, my man try ram in the back g

He slammed in the car, he slammed in the car

I jumped out the back seat

I backed out my sammy

He crashed like a patty

And that's not the start

They're always in cars tryna cars or do dasheen

Samurai swords and handguns

Dot-dots, black blades, I'm happy

We run Lewi not dem

Look I been known as a Lewi hot head

B Side gang are the fucking problem

You ain't been about cah u know your options

Big man chill, you don't wanna drop dead

Twenty, twenty-three and you ain't got bread

Trip up and get cheffed

These dickheads fuck when I step

Buckfiddy cuts wid that chets

Dere's no silly punks in my set

Man will give you one in your chest

I don't Milly Rock or two-step

I just gully creep wid my skeng

There's no fucking beam, it's just press

Shh-shh pack got me leaning mense

Man get whacked if you're screaming M

Two man deep, live corn on peds

Don't ask me why I'm beefing dem

Ask dem man why they're feeling stressed

[Outro: Kenny Allstar]

Thats what it is

Sound of the BSide

30, KK

Mad about bars

Stay tuned until next time

Over and out