[Intro: C1, Slimz, JaySav]

It is not the violence that sets man apart

It is the distance that he is prepared to go (Simpz)

You control the fear

And without the fear, we are all as good as dead

You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug

OT, setting up shop with the best

Cats ring-ring, man, they love this peng

You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug

You can't tell me 'bout the pressure and punks

Them man just lie on their tracks on some hype ting

[Chorus: C1]

You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug

But she wants a Tulse Hill thug

Light and fit, brown and slim

Where else do we keep our guns?

Kway back, we were out for fun

And now, we do road with things and stuff

15-inch, that's shanks in guts

Or 2 shotguns getting buss

You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug

But she wants a Tulse Hill thug

Light and fit, brown and slim

Where else do we keep our guns?

Kway back, we were out for fun

And now, we do road with things and stuff

15-inch, that's shanks in guts

Or 2 shotguns getting buss

[Verse 1: Slimz]

Redrum if you see me with S

Best run, if not, then you're gonna get drenched

2 shots in the dot-dot ting

Man wave it about, tryna back off heads

I was in O with them packs, never run out

Flip this grub, reload more bread

Fuck these bitches, I gotta get money

Fill up my tummy and show no respect

Had them pussios running in shops

And we know where they are, no names to be said

Skid 'round there, 4 man, 2 peds

1-2 max and a PCX

Tryna make paigons meet their death

When I back this flick, man put it in necks

OT, setting up shop with the best

Cats ring-ring, man, they love this peng

Gyal give top, hands-free, it's so ments

No teeth as well, give it 10/10

Free all my niggas that's locked in pens

Smacking up opps on basic again

Streets ain't safe, don't lack, get boomed

Tryna wet man 'til the metal does bend

Fuck these opps and free all my guys

RIP Chak 'til the end

Niggas back their shanks, then bro did back that wap

And I swear, I saw 10 man leg

Ramzy on me, comfy when I step

Diligent bop, Uptop with gang

Anyone lack, get cheffed

Why they don't wanna make no Snaps on their block with the gang?

We'll all come in a sec'

Beef intense, LTH but it's DMS

That's drugs, money and skengs

Done one already, let's do it again

Skid 'round there, jump out, who's next?

Only got 2 big bros on your block

Shoutouts BY, shoutouts M

LTH where it started

Add that K, turn target

You can get kwenged

[Chorus: C1]

You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug

But she wants a Tulse Hill thug

Light and fit, brown and slim

Where else do we keep our guns?

Kway back, we were out for fun

And now, we do road with things and stuff

15-inch, that's shanks in guts

Or 2 shotguns getting buss

You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug

But she wants a Tulse Hill thug

Light and fit, brown and slim

Where else do we keep our guns?

Kway back, we were out for fun

And now, we do road with things and stuff

15-inch, that's shanks in guts

Or 2 shotguns getting buss

[Verse 2: JaySav]

Casualty

I'm with S, Slimz, Creepz

All of my niggas, they hang with me

S just steady controlling that dinger

And the feds wanna do what we do

But they ain't getting info, they're way too inna

And that rammy got length

But I swear down, the sammy come way more bigger

2 hands on the mash when we slap it

1 hand until they tryna grab it

Hurdles when they jump that fence

Black blade flicky when we left man drenched

3 man when we tear up their top

They all ran when we got that drop

Sav, I'm the realest sav'

Them yutes can't talk about man

Approach with caution

Slimz just did him, I told him, "Wait

Hold up, lemme just get my potion"

Now, back to the slums, exhausted

They don't want it from me or my team

They don't want it from none of my Gs

I'mma spare Young Trapz and Dripz

And they all riding, man, but they're from RP

I been riding

You can't tell me 'bout pressure or punks

Them man just lie on their tracks on some hype ting

Rather be up in cunch

Making racks from a cat's house

Notorious Hill, juice gets spilled

Do it for the thrill

[Chorus: C1]

You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug

But she wants a Tulse Hill thug

Light and fit, brown and slim

Where else do we keep our guns?

Kway back, we were out for fun

And now, we do road with things and stuff

15-inch, that's shanks in guts

Or 2 shotguns getting buss

You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug

But she wants a Tulse Hill thug

Light and fit, brown and slim

Where else do we keep our guns?

Kway back, we were out for fun

And now, we do road with things and stuff

15-inch, that's shanks in guts

Or 2 shotguns getting buss

[Outro: C1]

Baow, baow, baow

Simpz

Skid-du, boom, baow