Songtext Cause jahanam Ard Adz

Cause jahanam

We gon do a bag of man
On your block we about to cause jahanam x2

Yo, dirty look how times changed, use to roll with a bag of man and now we got to get that shit it five ways
Link man up on five ways, gotta dice this pack down
Its fucked now, look how that lives changed

Thinking how the times changed, half of my times gone, i couldn't make the time stay
Up in cunch with the fine yay
I check my ummah, hit the jummah on the Friday

Is he a friend or a foe? (foe)
How would i know? (know)
If he got touched would he let that ting blow

I don't know, i be chilling in my county
Likkle brothers we was locking of that country show

It was ? raps, then we made gas
Now it's straight paigans, i'm only talking facts

Mac 10, walk with that, brothers know i'm talking facts
All your brothers falling back, they don't wanna talk to that

Dag what you reckon, hit them with a wesson
Fuck it man will stretch him, leave his marj stressing

Man I'll stretch him like Armstrong
Every other day i ask the lord 'where my dargs gone'
So i check wavey, they don't wanna know what dargs on
Watch were your selling and your buying all your hard from

? truth, can't even complain, fam i buy my ting loose
I'm rolling with m, believe me, i ain't talking loose
Got a young boy and all he wanna do is shoot, clutching on his duce

He be clutching the duce, you know my boy bangs
All my dargs talking the truth man are boy gangs
All them yutes talking salose man are boy bands
Man will roll up dark in the coop, and let that toy bang

Them niggers new edition, been up on the road for long his pack got finessed
Thinking were his parcels gone
Then i 3 bang the ting, i tell him that the talkings long
Hit him with 3 mans only tryn to clart his dons

I love crime, I've been criming from the 90's
In my high top trainers or my nikes

Back then wrapping kippa
Move so much crow, yeh my nickname was flippa
Had so much beef had me rolling with my dipper

Them brothers broke they got imaginary funds
They in there hood rapping about imaginary guns (little dickheads)
I could never snitch on a friend, when i was young i didn't snitch on my imaginary ones
And i still touch the hood daily, always for a side breast
Rolling with my dutty i could make a pussy side-step
My nigga up in cunch with like 5 z, love it when he whips it, he ain't never bust a Pyrex

You could catch me ? for a five, but i ain't nothing like solo
Rolling in the subs, hes talking blacked out polo's
Shots in my pocket yeh its looking like rolo's
Kitty want a pic, fuck it you can get a photo
Running to the funds, but my name ain't kojo
So we done talking then, any violations man will lift it though his cardigan, tell your darg to warn his friend

We gon do a bag of man, on your block we about to cause jahanam