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lirik lagu brum 3style – swoop ghazi

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i’m still alive when they said they’re gonna dead man
my body moves when i fire from my left hand
i held it down ever since i was a west man
got coke but i ain’t talking def jam
i’m always stomping, you can ask my ex fam
times changed, anybody can get x’d man
bruddas think they’re large cah they’re shotting off some ten bags
try and l!ck a raise, get an earner of ten grand
i’ll take your links out, no wristw*tch
got the shotty that’ll even scare the pigs off
heavy metal in my jeans, no slipknot
from the ends where if it’s beef we don’t ring cops
we ring the fellas and we link up
move bigger weight than the sted head in the gym does
fellas wanna see me on a mad ting, p*ssed off
they don’t know i’ve been lost
what the f*ck? you think i give a f*ck if beef kicks off?
come and try me, i’ll show you what my fist does
show you what the ting does
show you bout beef who, anyone i ring up
motherf*cker link up when you’re in the hospital bed
like this guy’s a p*ssy cause he’s been f*cked
then you go and snitch like a b*tch does
rather get locked for the big stuff
move a couple keys, get my whips up
tryna make money when i could’ve got my d*ck sucked
f*ck a b*tch cuz, i be on my own hype
running with the same three bruddas from ’09
jed, vik and k got my back like my own spine
i ride or die, been doing it my whole life
money’s to be made, f*ck a long night
f*ck a one*on*one fam, it’s on sight, we bun guys
and i’ve seen the pain through smug’s eyes
anybody wants it then mum’s life you will see the guns fly
you want war then you see me on the front line
if you’ve got the b*lls, cuzzy come try
i see these youngers on dumb hypes
man are getting nicked for the gun crime
how you getting caught like a dumb guy?
for the cuzzy bros, watch how the money blows
hold tight my one*six ballers from dudley road
give a man a bl**dy nose, thinking that he’s funny though
can’t come and f*ck with my hooligan brummie blokes
no funny joke, hot paki lyricist
call it a curry flow, came out the sunny roads
had a bit of beef, went straight into gully mode
heaters, we bury those
money made my tommy grow
repping for the west, ’08 i was levelling the best
’09, i just took a little breath
‘010, i went everywhere with jed
‘011, i was getting in the cheques
‘012, it was nothing but stress
this year i’m just picking up the mess
throw down, couldn’t get it in my head
now i’m back like i’ve risen from the dead
if you step up to the plate you get fed
every week i was bunning on the chex
this is how far i let it get
they were saying i’m depressed
but the way i came back was like i never ever left
firing shots just to get it off my chest
being broke had me ready for my death
now i’m still up on these cold streets
stay strapped when i’m out the hood cause of old beef
say salaam, i don’t speak
yeah you all know the old me
now i’m on the roads on my own feet
asking if i did love her, i’m like “oh please”
and tell your man don’t watch or i’ll be punching out his gold t**th
acting like he don’t bleed, may we both grieve
we’re in a run down city where your enemy’s the police
everybody smokes weed
and even geeks from school think they’re roadies
gangsters and coke fiends
raised up in brum and if you don’t you better hold heat
see me with my own team, showed up in turkey
ramped for a whole week, my family and co*d’s
all my real o.g.’s, b*tches bring stress that i don’t need
so i roll with my bruddas, f*ck a b*tch
i just kick back with wray and my whole team

- swoop ghazi

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