[Intro: CS]
CS Behind Barz
Shout out Link up TV
Shout my niggas
Free my niggas
[Verse 1: CS]
Welcome to the streets there ain't no
Rules out here
If I tell you move you better move I swear
I'm knee deep in it ain't no turning back
Everybody hungry all serving packs (crack)
One thing for sure two for certain that
Any track I'm on you know I murder that
If my niggas ride out it's probably a murder that
Bulge in bulge in my pocket that's the burner that
Everybody hate chris
Say that they gon do me this and that
But see me never say shit no,never do none now
I'm your worst nightmare
I'm the type to roll up
On you niggas with a suit on
Disguised as a business man
I'm coming with a gun
Not a business plan
I shoot you in your mug head shot
CS Be a thug
Had dreams of kicking ball
But I guess they weren't enough
Peckham be the ends, London be the city
I might holla at your girlfriend
If shes looking pretty
Barrel on the shot gun come big like my nose
Wound the window on the whip
Down they saw me and they froze
If he a foe, please don't let nigga go
Send that nigga up, send him up
Make that nigga float
If my niggas in the beef you know that im involved
You got beef with a nigga catch him kill him
Problem solved
(Switch it)put a burner to his mouth make him kiss it
I ain't gonna lie to you I'm vicious
I might slit your neck
If there's money on your head
Or for disrespect
My nigga caught a case caught a prison stretch
And till this fucking day he ain't left prison yet
It's been 8 years saw his mum the other day
She had grey hairs
Free the guy though
I ain't gonna lie im a pyscho
I'm nuts
I remember running from the 5.0
Feds on my back hammer on me
And it's live bro shells in the strap
Like who wanna die bro?
I ain't gonna lie im pyscho
I remember running from the 5.0
Feds on my back hammer on me
And it's live bro shells in the strap
Like who wanna die bro?
Running from the boys in blue
All i hear is nee-nor nee-nor
I'm stressed out why the fuck you think a
Nigga smoke weed for?
Heading on the right path
But life took a detour
Life's full of ups and down see-saw
Never ever could you war me with a reborn
Young bull I grew up in the jungle
I'm hyped up not humble
Chris
I'm from the block you get me
My come up was heavy
At 16 I wanted macs I ain't want
A bentley
London is the city peckham
Is the place I grew
Know some killer driller niggas want me name a few?
Free Tiny Nuttie free my nigga Snoop M
Shout my nigga FA Let the trigger shoot
This life that we lives
Do or die bitch
Hardest in this shits
Who am I Chris
Rule Number 1
You neber rat
Rule Number 2
They disrespect you get
Them back
Rule number 3
Forever stack money affi make
Money trains coming nigga don't be late
As I kid look i never wanted gucci
Wanted 45's MAC 10 wanted Uzis
While you were chasing yats
Meaning you were chasing coochie
I was chasing cats
That smoke crack like pookie
Why you talking all that gang shit
You been afraid
Catch you slipping on a dinner date
Wait Catch you with your babe
On a dinner date
Smash both of your heads in
With the dinner plate
Christopher I've been a ape
Beast in the flesh, the devil in me
Yes
My niggas in the grave
You'll be meeting em next
Two of the known regrets if you
Speak in the Pecks
Bow for the king, CS, I'm gone