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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Five, six, seven, eight, nine double M's in a clip (ayy)
Ten, eleven twelve-gauge shells in a stick
Certified without a stick
"Murdaside," we made a hit
Verified without a tick
Ayy
The hollow tips will hit your whip and make you flip
Make you crash into a ditch
Make 'em slip and take a trip
Drop a rap, not drop a diss
Drop the cash and drop a hit
Do the dash and do the dip
When I've got suttin on my hip
Free my bro, he got equipped
I'm the captain of the ship
Wearin' blue like I'm a Crip
I'm not bangin' for no gang, I bang for bro, it's off the rip
Tell Fanta Packs, "I need a zip"
Tell Aitch, "I need a sip" and tell your bird that she's got nits
They hate it when I'm broke, I bet they hate me now I'm rich
Got it poppin' in a celly, he popped my nose and popped my lip
Got him back and chopped the prick, retaliation proper quick
I poked up a prisoner on sight on the yard like Choppa did
And fuck an opp, I'm not a kid
Me or them, you've gotta pick
Don't be playin' both sides, you little snake, you make me sick
Verified without a tick, certified without a stick
"Murdaside," we made a hit
Ayy, ayy
But we done it broad day and made him vanish (ayy)
Just me and one of my amigos but we're not Spanish
Ask Ste, used to test it on the tree and check the damage (baow)
Independent 'cause I'm not the type of person you can manage (yeah)
He don't want no beef, he's vegan, pepper up his salad (uh)
My bro is droppin' missions on his own because he's callous (yeah)
Get the drop, make it pop, you probably heard it out in Dallas (oy)
And you can call me Mal G, it's short for malice (baow)
I caught him slippin' with his girl 'cause he's a gyalist
I'm a rapper now, I rap until I bought my mum a palace
They don't understand, it's not the wonderland and I'm not Alice (nah)
(And if you don't) and if you don't get it, that's a fairy tale
How the fuck's he trappin' if he don't know how to work a scale?
And if you're failin' to prepare then be prepared to fail
We had to slide on the rats like a curtain rail
We was testin' straps out on the tracks, that's that Merseyrail
Gotta keep it on me all the time 'cause I'm not scared of jail
Five, six, seven, eight, nine double M's in a clip (ayy)
Ten, eleven twelve-gauge shells in a stick
Certified without a stick
"Murdaside," we made a hit
Verified without a tick
Five, six, seven, eight, nine double M's in a clip (ayy)
Ten, eleven twelve-gauge shells in a stick
Certified without a stick
"Murdaside," we made a hit
Verified without a tick
Five, six, seven, eight, nine double M's in a clip
Ten-Ten, eleven twelve-gauge shells in a stick
Ten, eleven twelve-gauge shells in a stick