Bags And Bodies

Lyrics

[Intro: Al Capone "The Untouchables"] I want you to get this fuck where he breathes I want you to find this nancy boy, Eliot Ness I want him dead! I want his family dead! I want his house burnt to the ground! I wanna go there in the middle of the night and wanna piss on his ashes! [Verse 1] I was 16 with the Dual-SIM, trappin' not schoolin' I can't name an establishment that I never broke the rules in Knife him when his group feel my samurai tucked We put samurais in guts, still they glamorise us [Verse 2] We cause pain in their prayers See, this gangster life's fucked I see a friend turn pagan, turn snitch, little bitch I'm just happy that he switchеd, or he would've bite us I see snakеs in the grass, I make sure that mine's cut I get brain then I leave, I leave a bitch mind fucked Must've thought we was a thing, baby, this was just a fling When we left your boy in stitches, couldn't hold my laughter in Pour a litre, make a track, I call that mix and masterin' Chop a nigga like a ninja, you can call me Master Ying If SY get him first, then I'm chingin' after him All I knew was rock and dirt, now I'm music marketin' All I knew was DIY, now I do the targetin' [Chorus] Put on Blade Brown when I'm choppin' up Bobby Call me Blade Black, call my album Bags and Bodies My brown blade's my job, my black blade is my hobby Wanted payback, so I get it back in blood with the dotty or semi Flip a penny, want your head if you run your tail Slime hit you with the shell if you slow like snail Slime hit him with the slug and sent a nigga hell Fuckin' hell, they gave my blooda 21 years in jail [Verse 3] Shit was gettin' intense, I was buckin' old friends I'm tryna leave them in tents, 'cah murder is the intent Money is the motive and the bando be the workplace Bishead is my workmate, for 6 nights he worked late Juggin' for the Queen's face, we took for our birthdays Brodie passed away and it hit me in the worst way Had me sittin' in the cell, fantasising mad tings Then I bust my case, I put my dreams into action Make a nigga sleep the same place that I saw him standin' It's like my dreams came true when I saw the blanket We put tents in their block like they're going campin' Verify the target when it's murder, no misunderstandin' AGB the mandem, fuck the Queens, we the Kings of Camden Everybody's rappin' like they're bangin', they ain't seen a killin' Cut that nigga off 'cah he ain't drillin', he a fuckin' filim Lookin' at this prick, why ain't he feelin' what I'm fuckin' feelin'? [Interlude: Sully and Dushane "Top Boy"] "Why ain't you angry as I am?" "Huh?" "That's what I wanna know. If man fuckin' bussed shots at you and I know about it, it's fuckin' mad," "Bruv, you got-" "I'm ridin' out immediately. Why don't you fuckin' care?" [Chorus] Put on Blade Brown when I'm choppin' up Bobby Call me Blade Black, call my album Bags and Bodies My brown blade's my job, my black blade is my hobby Wanted payback, so I get it back in blood with the dotty or semi Flip a penny, want your head if you run your tail Slime hit you with the shell if you slow like snail Slime hit him with the slug and sent a nigga hell Fuckin' hell, they gave my blooda 21 years in jail [Outro] Ay free Armed Response, my fuckin' bludda You get me? Keep your head up my guy Free all the AGBs, fuck the opps Free the opps so they can fuckin' drop Gang shit And when you wan' mention Camden Leave out the 5 cah they're disgraces Miz got left in the pavement Free AR out the cages Get man, fuck all the 5 Fuck anything P