Three IC3s

Lyrics

[Intro: PK] What's going on here then, lads? Why we standing on the corner? There's been a lot of burglaries in the area recently Is it OK if we search you? Oi, where you off to? Come back? [Chorus: PK & Lyrial Strally] YGG, three IC3s Not YGs, don't have YGs Nah, you can't be like we YGG, them grimy Gs YGG, three IC3s Not YGs, don't have YGs Nah, you can't be like we YGG, them grimy Gs [Verse 1: PK & Lyrical Strally] You know me, PK, little IC3 And them feds there still wanna nick me But I would never let these jakes catch me Cause I move like a fox in the night, I creep When I see police, I'm off on my feet They wanna Google man and try to search me And lock man up like a can of baked beans 'Cause a pagan IB snitched on me Can't trust anyone these days on the streets Dem man there will snitch for the Ps And next ting you know, you'll be in the bully van And the crown court, but I'm not guilty So fuck the jury, I just wanna be free I just wanna make Ps with all my Gs So when I'm on the road, I know that I'm dece So I tell them pigs "get away from me" [Chorus: PK & Lyrical Strally] YGG, three IC3s Not YGs, don't have YGs Nah, you can't be like we YGG, them grimy Gs YGG, three IC3s Not YGs, don't have YGs Nah, you can't be like we YGG, them grimy Gs [Verse 2: Lyrical Strally] Three IC3 from YGG Royalty, man come like Sheikh Skin a MC like Mikey Streets And we spit on lively beats Due to blow like an IED Cuh the buzz won't D-I-E Keep murking mic, it's an OCD Keep murking mic for the E-N-T Cuh I've got grime in my genes Like I didn't wash them, like they ain't clean But it's G-E-N-E I ain't tryna be on IPP But I'm hoping I see P Cuh I'm tryna shine like ICB Can't take us for a free sample I beg a jake don't try me, please [Chorus: PK & Lyrical Strally] YGG, three IC3s Not YGs, don't have YGs Nah, you can't be like we YGG, them grimy Gs YGG, three IC3s Not YGs, don't have YGs Nah, you can't be like we YGG, them grimy Gs [Verse 3: Saint P] I'm screaming out Black Lives Matter Even though I'm still an IC3 in the eyes of police I could be as polite as a neek Still treat me like I'm hiding a nine milli piece It's getting doubly peak for a man like me To survive on these streets of rage and race But a guy's gotta eat and my life isn't cheap So fuck feds, you can all die in your sleep Back up, they call backup for point 1 of green I'm like "officer, what's the need? Are you that weak? I'm only six foot three What happened to your training scheme, you likkle chief?" These same youts used to sit by the PC Now think they're bad cause their badge says PC And these sneaky CID wanna creep on me And then ask for ID, what cheek [Chorus: PK & Lyrical Strally] YGG, three IC3s Not YGs, don't have YGs Nah, you can't be like we YGG, them grimy Gs YGG, three IC3s Not YGs, don't have YGs Nah, you can't be like we YGG, them grimy Gs [Chorus: PK & Lyrical Strally] YGG, three IC3s Not YGs, don't have YGs Nah, you can't be like we YGG, them grimy Gs YGG, three IC3s Not YGs, don't have YGs Nah, you can't be like we YGG, them grimy Gs [Chorus: PK] YGG, three IC3s Not YGs, don't have YGs Nah, you can't be like we YGG, them grimy Gs YGG, three IC3s Not YGs, don't have YGs Nah, you can't be like we YGG, them grimy Gs