HB Freestyle (Rzo Munna x Pumpz x Soze)

Lyrics

[Intro: Joey Clipstar] Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles Now this ones been most requested for a long time, so its only right we sorted it out 9th Street, HB Freestyles Brigades, Brigades, Brigades I ain't gon do too much talking You know the faces, so let's get into it [Verse 1: Soze] Mum says "boy, you're too shallow", I don't deep what I'm told No breakfast, just dinners, when I'm in the kitchen scrapping bowls Opps gets hit, scripts get flipped Flipped like a old school phone And this Trap house here ain't hot, this T here's Unknown Pull up and have man shifting, do dirt on my own, or assistance Man get popped like blisters Man behave like sisters; some bitches I'm in OT in a village, not bista, and these scripts get flipped like Rizla [Verse 2: Pumpz] Beef on sight, like I could never let that slide Four-man when he we go on a glide Two straps in a back, one passenger side Can't say that the beef ain't fried None of my close ones cried They hear .44, wid' the 16, same time my Lil' niggas got life And I pree'd on the opp boys twice They can't talk bout K's on the 9, man get round dere on bikes They got round and tried, but the opps can't talk about slides I juss sent a postal out, man I pray that my broski's nice Its still free the guys, and bro-bro mash still on rides [Verse 3: Rzo Munna] Them man good, they can't talk to me about road, they shoulda stayed in school And anyone that I see in the hood thats shotting, I'm robbing, especially if we ain't cool Who's is who, I dont play wid' no random youtes, this is no 8 Ball Pool I took trips, that's me and Paul, in the whip hopping that I don't get pulled Who's that's, feds in the opposite junction, no eye contact, that's all hot Opps can't talk about ride-outs, I ride out and they riding off Like shit then, you shoulda seen the way bro try write him off Ive got hitmen, and they dont take a price for bro to light em up [Verse 4: Soze] Real bad boy shooters, like Booka 3, .44, 9th street Freddy Kruger Sticking up rap boys, sticking up shooters The hoopties full up? I tell man move up [Verse 5: Rzo Munna] See an opp any where, man plug that, man does that See an opp, and cut that, man love that No chill, like fuck that Man fuck dat, if your gyal won't bruck dat [Verse 6: Pumpz] Shit's all mad up Bro's still on the wing like Salah Man I've been so low, come back up From thirteen, I got my cash up [Verse 7: Soze] Don't complain, comply Chop that shotgun right Pull up, we letting it rain Opp block, six-man deep like Pain [Verse 8: Rzo Munna] Gun kick back like Tekken But still flip shank; my favourite weapon If I can't blast, I'll wet him, no half heart, I can't left him [Verse 9: Pumpz] If this bruckback got lead in, then I'm defo' dishing out shellings Tell the opp boys get bread in If bro down and out, I can't let him [Outro: Joey Clipstar] Enough said 9th Street, HB Freestyles, Joey Clipstar Let us know who should we get next I don't think none of you are gon' do that so 9th Street the team, bitch Try your best