CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Lightwork Freestyle
Diligence
Ayy, Adz, show these man what you're on
X10
Them man cut when they hear we're comin'
I see two IC3s runnin'
My young G's fast and my young G's done him
One got away, but the focus spun him
I see three IC2s comin' my way but they're further ahead
And if you wanna come closer, hot like samosa
Pistol burnin' with lead
Slide 'round there on a Santander with the Anglo Arms unclipped
.22's on my hip but it could be a flick tryna get man dipped
Lucii step with the sammy, swing, ching, you might get fished
Then it's back to the block with the nits
Food get dished, tryna make this flip
How the f**k these pricks tryna diss? Man's been on their block and my Rambs' unclipped
Bally on face, tryna get man dipped
JV saw man and he didn't do sh*t
Lewisham Way get a man fished up or I phone big bro, get a man shot quick
Pepper that beef, bro don't eat pork and he dashed his fork when cuttin' from pigs
Rid too much man, I ran through guns, and swords, and flicks
sh*t, I'm feelin' like Madeline's mum when I lost that gun, I was way too p*ssed
Man still keeps it tucked like Chris
It was rush hour when six got dipped
Luc gave JJ two in his back and he wanted him packed, f**k sake, he lived
Ayy, Adz, show these man what you're on
X10
Them man cut when they hear we're comin'
I see two IC3s runnin'
My young G's fast and my young G's done him
One got away, but the focus spun him
I see three IC2s comin' my way but they're further ahead
And if you wanna come closer, hot like samosa
Pistol burnin' with lead
Slide 'round there on a Santander with the Anglo Arms unclipped
.22's on my hip but it could be a flick tryna get man dipped
Lucii step with the sammy, swing, ching, you might get fished
Then it's back to the block with the nits
Food get dished, tryna make this flip
How the f**k these pricks tryna diss? Man's been on their block and my Rambs' unclipped
Bally on face, tryna get man dipped
JV saw man and he didn't do sh*t
Lewisham Way get a man fished up or I phone big bro, get a man shot quick
Pepper that beef, bro don't eat pork and he dashed his fork when cuttin' from pigs
Rid too much man, I ran through guns, and swords, and flicks
sh*t, I'm feelin' like Madeline's mum when I lost that gun, I was way too p*ssed
Man still keeps it tucked like Chris
It was rush hour when six got dipped
Luc gave JJ two in his back and he wanted him packed, f**k sake, he lived
