Lyrics No Censor - Kwengface, Trizzac, LR

No Censor

BIGGZ, the engineer baby
Gotcha
If you don’t talk about drills (Drills)
They won’t love no more
(Ned-ned-ned) Ned just wanted a cheeseburger
Max, what you do that for?
Knockout’s juice gets spilled on the floor
Huh, now you done started a war
No ping pong, gang cutted thru' Burgess back and forth (Ping)
In jail, I smashed CDai’s head on the floor
Front line, nobody can cross it (But try now)
You can drive thru'
But nobody can walk it (Walk it)
L2, R2
Now GB in a casket (Dead)
Forensics setting up tents
Now them haffi white chalk it (Deceased)
Bill him up and just rass him (What the fuck?)
Incog got put in a spliff (Bill it)
GB got put in a spliff (Bill it)
SA got put in a spliff (Bill it)
Lil CJ got put in a spliff
OT nearly got put in the Rizz (Ugh)
Paul nearly got put in a Rizz (Ugh)
Naghz Max got bored in the wig
Gang love crash, bore and dip
Been Circle hella times on the road, we bored his bro
Could’ve fived Biggs
Give him like twenty or more no fibs
Pissed, should’ve got put in a spliff (Oh, shit)
Ay, remember when I bored up uh
I had a smile on my face, that was funny as shit (Ha-ha)
Cah I had the big man screaming like «mummy»
Nowhere near where his mumzy lives
(Trizzla)
My blade hit his chestplate
Next day swear, I had his best friend running (Kevin)
I done beat up Rampz in probation
He shouldn’t have pushed my buttons
Why’d you think that they call me Judas?
I laugh and giggle at my dead opp cousin (Incog)
Loose says that he chings he doesn’t (No)
Truss me gang done cheffed up dozens (Chinged)
I’m tryna see the opps get shot (Bow)
Same way GB done got-got (Bow, bow)
Or how CJ done got dropped
Surely dem man has had enough?
(They have)
But truss me, the beef don’t stop
So we’re out 'ere tryna put another in the box
I done beat up Jimmy before he turn dust
Twins and Loski watched Naghz get chopped
On the ride bro passed that hammer
Rock and roll till the drum Mick Jagger
It don’t matter, twenty-one years
Free bro, a real opp blammer (Bow)
If I scratch this yout, no mask
Then it’s back to the slammer, soc' and bang up
If I scratch this yout, no mask
Then it’s back to the slammer, soc' and bang up (Get it?)
Trizz, rise up things
Swing that shit, I know his intent was murder
Reverse that whip
It might be flizz, but I’ll do it and burn dat drip (Burner)
Leave LV jailhouse pissed
Still cut a man up, or we’ll swing our fists
And I swear on my life even govs' got hit
That day we got down Chris
(Rage-rage-rage) Rage got smoked like it’s 'Dam
And his dad got splashed
Come ride, like damn
Same day Loose got bored on his block
Loose tried dash, they shoulda got cramp
He ain’t got one, how’s he rapping?
He jumped off third floor, we got your lad
(Ain't) Ain’t got a suitcase when we be packing
Like Tiny knows we had his flesh on our shanks
Yo, ask when I slapped that lead
They’re lucky I missed, shoulda turned man pack
(Fuck) Fuck these ratchets
I need me a hot girl, would’ve thought that her name’s Katy or Pam
The boy got slapped, and it wasn’t with hands
Dingers or peds, what I’m into Milan
Rep three times three, grab the 9, let it bang
If I see any graves, now I’m pissing on that
(Yo) Yo, Deqwan got bored in his arm real quick
Cah the boy tried cover his tizzac
(Mars) Mars got cheffed by the W Street
True say it was me that did that
Rage is dead, SK’s dead
All now none of us man been packed
(Ride) Ride for Latz
On Sight got onsighted
All now he ain’t been back (Where you at?)
About five-O gangs man’s beefing (Uh-uh)
They either been shot or stabbed (True)
I tried drill it on a Circle yout up close
True say that the hand ting jammed (Lucky fool)
Yo, them man out for the Snapchat
Them man are nuttin' without their dads ('Low it)
PS just shot up the 9
Now man’s doing up cheeky snaps (Brap)
BIGGZ, the engineer baby