Black2Black

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Groundworks - Rap, Drill

Black2Black

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[Intro: M1llionz] [?] boy, go suck your father, your mother Your auntie, your uncle, your sister, your brother, your bombaclaat niece Knock your **** and rest in peace Dark again, night again, lift 'em up, mek them catch flight again Deal with them wrong, make the score right again Rapid burs', ah wi grip the matic first, Ten Percent Ha, ha, yo [Verse 1: M1llionz] Yo, M, can you see my machine? I need to fix up 'fore I step in the dance (Blendin') I'll be pissed if I have to burst it, I don't wanna see a man's blood on my Clarks (Baow) Make the ting come in two by two like when the animals all stepped in the Ark (Haha) Double 8's tryna do Formula Onе like he don't know man's got the spеsh in the car (Skrrt) There's like six two-two's in the gang when man's in the function, we all got a wap (Dickhead) Bro cattin' to bring out the street sweeper, quick one click and his part is a wrap (Grrah) Went jail twice, came out, man said it was hard, so I started (Mm) Man pull up in the mornin' on wass, it could get all deep Spartans attack (Baow, baow, lagga) [Verse 2: Mwoo & M1llionz] Be on point, but I got the food for you, go watch that shit you were shiftin' (Yeah) Don't be trappin' with man that are sittin' in the car and ain't really down for the risks (No) Male sure that you got vass in the V's 'cause if it get's stiff then you're definitely pissed (Rigged) 'Cah now you're sittin' down in induction, sittin' with the dogs in the wing chattin' shit I've been remixin' grub and makin' lives done for a lot of Ys, come in so normal (Whip, whip) I flew OT for like nine months, every day of the week, it was just so formal Blendin' in, feds can't take me in, the freaks that I'm in, there's too much talk, bro (Nyuum) And make sure you're trappin' with at least a shank, if I beat your socks too, that's awks bro (Lagga) [Verse 3: M1llionz] Two-two .25, three-three .38, .44, .9 millimetre (Woi, woi) Rise that and give man a seizure or man [?] first with this '07 seater Make the cashier man look for a tina, imagine what they'll do if I give them a nina (Killer) I'm murder, leave their blood fi get mopped and soaked by the cleaner (Whoosh) [Verse 4: Mwoo & M1llionz] I told P, "Start waitin' on the same corner 'cah this shit's just gettin' no ravin'" (Baow, baow) The first time that he extended the stuff gun, the back of the whoosh, yeah, the jake was amazin' (Grrah, grrah) Told the yute man, "Make sure that you keep one in the head clip, a full clip when you blaze it" (Baow, baow) And make sure that you have a petrol bath, burn the clothes and fix no traces (Yo) [Verse 5: M1llionz] Quick, the blue still .38 kickback's lethal (Baow), rass it and mark up his skin like measles (Mm) T house, inhaler packs and needles (Ree), tough them yutes, cut that we ain't equal (Dickhead) One's got one dark Egyptian snowboard (Brrt) One day, bando, a hundred phone calls (Brrt) One year jailhouse, end up on postal One time, you slapped off, thought that was old school [Verse 6: Mwoo] Trappin' hard, that's treacherous shit (Baow), whippin' it straight, that's no competit' (Whip, whip) I take no shorts 'cah that's just a myth Knife on my fore, I'm takin' the piss Load up the speedy, you might hold seven, the knockback's mad, gon' send you to heaven I'm whippin' a box, got thirty-seven, .38's comfy, sits in my denim First it was a two's then it was four's then at last was a raasclart box (Baow) I'm in the town, raasclart pops, that's courtesy of the straight, dark rocks (Brrt) I might intercept if I see your sales, just waitin' at the red phone box Now you're all pissed, chattin' shit on your phone, let's lin, but you told me, "It's long" [Verse 7: M1llionz] Bruckback spin, clip barrels and bananas (Rrah), Cali in a post, don't come from the farmers (Whoosh) Tinted V, send shots, body armours, mind what you doin' just chillin' on the corners Night rum man, drink and whip up cocaine (Ah) Knife up man, ching, ask him if he's ok (Ching) That ain't a risk, ten percent or no way No more linkups, man, don't do that, no way [Outro: M1llionz] Mm Baow, baow, lagga Baow, baow Dark again, night again, lift 'em up, mek them catch flight again

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Credits

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  • Mwoo
  • M1llionz