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Friday 8 o'clock

Me and Jason looking round on a pagan block

We got the drop from a katty on Jason's phone

She said she saw the two boys that tried to raid his home

And they did to

A big move

They ran into my boys yard with a pistol

Took ten grand of his stack while he stood still

Then gun-bucked his little sister 'cause she tried to scream

She fell down the stairs, she was laid out

Neural damage paralysed from the waist down

This is my right hand

My little sister too

So i'm a put them in a grave if I see this yute

We circled the block twice and didn't see a sign

Jason's kinda shaken I can see his eyes

I'm telling him "relax when we see these guys, point blank put a bullet in between his eyes"

I've walked into the estate but this isn't right

I hear the wind whistle loud its a chilly night

I'm gripping so hard on this spinner with my finger on the trigger I swear I can feel the spirits cry

This estates called S-Block

We lost two friends here

Got stabbed here

Made cash here

Saw death here

We near enough had a war in the ends here

Alot of man they talk bad in there strip it takes a man to admit I was scared here

Two of my friends lost their lives on this land that I stand on

I'm still getting active on the guys i'm getting hands on

I hear a noise in the distance so I run to it

And he runs with me

One gun with me

Two knives on me

So If it jams then I then I slash, stab, chef, carve and buck fifty

And then we reach a little corner

We can see them from an angle

Three yutes standing

Two were in the house but there's one set of twins

And only one of them was there

So whichever one it is

Pushed his sister down the stairs

So I hop round this bend with the metal in my hand

Like put your hands up in the air

You little argh

"Which one did it?"

The twin said nothing as expected

So, I grabbed the weak link and made Jason take his guts out

I still got my gun out

So "Which one did it?"

He slipped up and said "the one in the Nike"

They both tried to run 'till I put one in his thigh

Everybody's scattered

I turned around to run

I turned around to run to see a bag of bully vans

This is gun police

And they would dump on me

So I watched the flying squad turn into the firing squad