O-way or no way, you know the ting already (you know)

Fuck the other side (gang)

I bust my gun, don′t think 'bout karma

Think ′bout that after I lean wit' it (lean wit' it)

Tryna hit that target (gang)

Anyone I see I recognise, I′ma blast his rarted

He thought he was the only one that had it when he blasted

′Til the mandem barked it

Send corn, half the mandem are likkle boys

Not even half are man (not even half are man)

We don't wanna talk, manaman are just talkin′ (talkin')

We′re not into this talkin' ting, grab machine on this walkin′ ting

Treat waps like gyal in this clartin' ting

Who put the "Oosh" in "Whoosh" and the "M" in "Muhh"

And the "W" in "Wee-wee-wee, wee"?

What you wan' call it? (what you wan′ call it?)

It don′t matter, any corn that we slap 'round there

Know boy definitely be fallin′

Slap two in him, make him think God definitely be callin' him

It′s us never them in this warring ting

They don't want energy, tryna corn that prick (never them)

Corn for a frenemy, I don′t trust that shit

Got 'nuff enemies and we scare them pricks

There's no enemy if I stay with stick (gang)

If I, If I stay with the stick (grr)

If I stay with it and lean with it

Dunkirk, Broadwater, N17, man be with it

The ding-dong got lifted after bap, bap, bap, bap

Hope I never got seen in it

You get me? (you know)

Real life in this ting, fam, trust me (grr)

Knee deep (bap), you know

Free the whole of the O man

O to the death of me, you know

O-way or no way (grr), gang

When man creep up

Mind your head back, ease up

We send corn like delivering pizza

I don′t wanna hear, "Philly don′t dance"

Cah I made Philly dance when I slapped that nina

Made man trip up and push their friend

Tryna bust that corn now, why you so eager? (gang)

I got my broski's back when I grab this mash cah I′m his keeper

We take trips when we feel like (gang)

They don't touch none of my G′s (none)

We slap, bang when we feel like it

Strap up and go ride when we feel like it (sure)

"What you feelin' like?", don′t ask me why we feel like this

Them man, they talk tough

When we hear it about

We go 'round enough and air out pricks (on gang)

I swear my man was cool, how's he entertaining this now?

He′s another nigga we ain′t playin' with

When my niggas catch him, he better stay where he is (baow)

He ain′t even gotta say what it is

Wherever he is, he better pray where he is

Better have a pillow and a duvet where he is

Anywhere we see him, he gotta lay where he is

Man's dangerous, slap man, spontaneous (anywhere)

This badness ain′t contagious

Been 'round bare pricks and they′re still the same to us (you know)

It weren't never 'bout the fame for us (nah)

Them man have always had a name to rarse

Make money, live life is the aim for us

Don′t stop ′til the G's all papered up (Philly G)

I just take it, load it and send it there

I don′t show gyal, that's where they′re on (I don't)

And I always got a change of clothes in my car

Just open my boot, put my gear on

More time, I′ve got offensive weapons on me

So the Metropolitan's what I'm scared of (fucking jakes)

I just rise it, dump it, skrrr off

Who wants to drop next? (who?)

Hand on my heart, they′re wet (hand on my heart)

I swear it gets me vexed the way they chat

On the net like none of them′s dead (haha)

None of my bros-dem take cheque (none of them)

As for opps, they ride and get drenched (gang)

Last ride out really went left

Made 'em crash their cars on the back hill, stress (pussies)

Lucky none of them dead that day (ah)

Whoever we caught woulda dead that day (ah)

Have you ever watched Rambo?

I heard DV and Big A got cheffed that way (whoosh)

And I don′t wanna hear no chat about yout's

Sippin′ lean on the strip, we done swept that place

Just to show that we hate that place, wait

How many times did we take that place?

Long live Josh, bro swung his knife

You can go ask Swiper (long live Josh)

Free all the lifers (free all the lifers)

Fuck the niners

Best do the dash like Turner

Get bun like Jojo and get write off (gang)

I see man screaming out, "Out 'til late"

But his hand didn′t work, just sign off (pussy), gang

How many times did the strip get clean up? (grr)

With a broom, got sweep up

I'm on the opp block district with a

Big ting, tryna bun a next eediat (gang)

We're delivering corn

You could never respawn, tryna run when they see us (run)

Don′t slip, bro, you best keep up

My head′s hot, tryna leave a man steam up

Swing that, dig it and turn it (whoosh)

Go spin that dinger, reverse it

Who's that? Slap that, burst him (baow)

′Nuff man woulda got corn up that day

If the wap did never stop workin' (minor)

Minor, we′re still purgin' (ha)

Tryna bill a next opp and curl him (AB)

You know (grr, bap, bap, bap)

O-way, you know the ting already

(I love Chris Rich)