Hargo Production

Still Woody

Why did he talk like the teams on nothing
Rap on beats but who have you touched
Me and Steg no corn got bussed
Back our shanks and dat got swung
Left him wet when the rambo sunk in
I laughed when I chinged that punk
12 gauge bells come large like dumplings
Jump out the car don't run
Only a shank in my hand not a gun so stand your ground for the guys we bunned
2 dots up man took that risk
Guys get hurt when I jump out the whip
Mash that work
Tape off strips
Black dots slap corn like please don't slip
See one spot man aim for the wig
Heard he survived, I was pissed
When I arrived, he got chinged
This guys doesn't leave no prints
Talk on my name, see my face then sprint
They don't want me to slap on latex, numerous shavings ask them paigons
If I back that strap I ain't blazing, they're looking for Boyz n the Hood it's blatant (looking for Boyz n the Hood it's blatant)
Grip him
Slip him, rise up broad day active ching him
I'm a savage got no manners
Leave man planking when I go fishing
Dig him
Till he's twitching, twist it trying to have an opp boy missing
How many times have we caught these victims, fear in their eyes they move like bitches

Swing that blade, rambo or kitchen
We add K's on their names, I play my role trying to stop them man from living
I've blown my whistle on the field, I do drills go ask man fibbing
Ramz on my hip for the beef I got
Put man on T-shirt, we squeeze first, don't be there when the gang rise up
Forest Gate on badness, but I can't lie CG who caused that madness
Get man down we do that rapid, takes 10 seconds to leave man cabbage
Try give 10 ask Steg if I'm gassing
On my life I left him splattered
Left him wet like he just had a shower
Two L'z lets lurk for hours
Aim at tops not down at trousers
In the station don't write statements, the pigs dem know that I don't give answers
Big men like bouncers run like cheetahs, muscle don't give you power
Heaters on the block don't come they're cowards
Rise that up then the block got louder before it got chopped look like Twin Towers

Grip him
Slip him, rise up broad day active ching him
I'm a savage got no manners
Leave man planking when I go fishing
Dig him
Till he's twitching, twist it trying to have an opp boy missing
How many times have we caught these victims, fear in their eyes they move like bitches