Behind Barz (feat. Cs)

CS, be-be-behind barz

Shy Link up TV

Yeah

Shout my ****'s, free my ****'s

Hood shit

Fight the judges, fight the PO's

Fight the Feds

Yeah

This for the streets, B

Pet nam

Welcome to the streets, there ain't no rules out here

If I tell you move you better move I swear

I'm knees deep in it, ain't no turnin' back

Everybody hungry, all servin' packs, crack

One thing for sure, two for certain that

Any track I'm on you know I murder that

If my ****'s 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 gone do me this and that

But see me, never say shit, no, never do none, no

I'm you're worst nightmare

I'm the type to, I'm the type to roll up on you ****'s with a suit on

Disguised as a businessman

I'm comin' with a gun, not a business plan

I shoot you in your mug, head shot

CS be a thug

I had dreams of kickin' ball but I guess they weren't enough

Peckham be the ends

London be the city

I might holler at your girlfriend if she lookin' pretty

Barrel on the shot gun come big like my nose

Wound down the window on the whip down

He saw me and he froze

If he a foe, please don't let that **** go

Send that **** up, send him up

Make that **** float

If my ****'s in the beef you know that I'm involved

You got beef with a ****, catch him, kill him, problem solved

(Switch it) Put the burner to his mouth, make him kiss it

I ain't gonna lie to you, I'm viscous

I might slit your neck

If there's money on your head or for disrespect

My **** caught case, prison stretch

And till this fuckin' day he ain't left prison yet

It's been eight years, saw his mom the other day she had grey hairs

Free the guy though

I ain't gonna lie, I'm a psycho, I'm nuts

I remember runnin' 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, I'm a psycho

I remember runnin' from this 5-0

Feds on my back, hammer on me

And it's live bro, shells in the strap like

Who wanna die bro?

Runnin' from the boys in blue

All I hear is nee-nor-nee-nor

I'm stressed out

Why the fuck you think a **** smoke weed for?

Headin' on the right path but life took a detour

Life's full of ups and downs, 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 sixteen I wanted MACs, I ain't want a Bentley

London is the city peckham is the place I grew

Know some killer driller ****'s, want me name a few?

Free Tiny Nuttie, free my **** Snoop M

Shout my ****, FA let the trigger shoot

This life that we lives do or die bitch

Hardest in the shits, who am I? Chris

Rule number one, you never rat

Rule number two, they disrespect you get 'em back

Rule number three, forever stack

Money have to make

Money trains coming ****, don't be late

As a kid, look I never wanted Gucci

Wanted 45s, MAC 10s, wanted Uzis

While you were chasin' yats

Meanin' you were chasin' coochie

I was chasin' cats that smoke crack like pookie

Why you talkin' all that gang shit?

You been afraid

Catch you slippin' on a dinner date

Wait, catch you with your babe on a dinner date

Smash both your heads in with the dinner plate

Christopher, I've been a ape

Beast in the flesh, the devil in me, yes

My ****'s in the grave, you'll be meetin' 'em next

Two of the no regrets if you speak in the Pecks

Bow for the king, CS, I'm gone