Lyrics City of God - Moscow17, GB

City of God

Gang gang gang, fuckin' hell
City of God, Knockoutned, Brandonville
Free the fuckin' guys, Free Rampz, Free Ted
On foenem, niggas know SmokeSquad
We at war with the opps and cops
Oblivious to the B South London that’s City of God
I got JetLi on my right hand and Loosenem upfront
I got JetLi on my right hand and Loosenem upfront
We at war with the fuckin' cops
How they gonna make it even?
Me and gang done two L’s up on your estate and left your lil' bro bleedin'
I garn' tark too much, Fredro got splashed and risked our freedom
Your big bro got it too I see man dash and his friend just leave him
Ching ching gang I keep it in O
I rise that pole for bro
Wrong or right I got my bro
Outside colly, suttin got poked
And Loose yeah done him all loose
Hold on bro left S Way taped up
And I ain’t gotta tark too much
He got splashed doctors sayin' wake up
Jet Black already bussed that ting
Corn in skin he’s fillin' up pricks
Like he put it both in no Wicks
Bro double tap like he’s likin' a pic
How many times did I lurk with my ching
If a opp in sight then he hold this ching
My bro’s in the can cah he takes them risks
Chest shot you can end up like Dice
Bro done it in carni and splashed him nice
And he got beat in the restaurant all he wanted was a steak and rice
And I don’t know about pressure
How many times did I step on that ride?
My bro M. Y got my man only done two but he try do five
We at war with the opps and cops
We at war with the opps and cops
Oblivious to the B South London that’s City of God
I got JetLi on my right hand and Loosenem upfront
I got JetLi on my right hand and Loosenem upfront
We at war with the fuckin' cops
What you sayin' it’s pleasant
The way we lurk on their bredrins
P got splashed on two occasions
Can’t talk too loose on my life it’s blatant
We’re all impatient
Had Rhyno on my side complanin'
We’re the niggas that ride out outrageous
Gang get round bark off and blaze it
Ten toes on the pavement
Tryna analyse all these paigons
I whacked up Kwengface
Please, please don’t be mistaken
My samurai was all blunt so I had to misuse my equipment
Midge got, Midge got bored in his chest main road Old Kent stop talkin'
Please play your position
GB, KT that’s assistance
JetLi, Loosescrew on a mission
Any time I ride around for my siblings
Pedal bike gang straight down to Peckham
Clock them from a distance
Armied up with my Russians
Hide up in them bushes
Hammers cocked back for them fishes
Roll round in them dingers
Intercept man with them dingers
They run around like some bitches
Fibbin' talkin' like they’re some killers
They run around like some bitches
Fibbin' talkin' like they’re some killers
They run around like some bitches
We at war with the opps and cops
Oblivious to the B South London that’s City of God
I got JetLi on my right hand and Loosenem upfront
I got JetLi on my right hand and Loosenem upfront
We at war with the fuckin' cops