Текст песни Fire in the Streets - Snap Capone

Went the time rollin' round with ten
We're still on the ends, no 2 for 10s
Niggas want beef, let the war commence
I'll shoot him with the trey 'cause he's excellent
New twelve gauge, I'll cut the nose off
Now the pump's looking like it had a nose job
All I talk is money, niggas bitching, why?
They had me up in jail, I did a thousand nights
My niggas still trapping in that trapping life
Me and my nigga, chest at the traffic lights
Shout my brother Sprigs, home soon akh
Rollin' round with Kurdish, Jack's done like I'm Curtis
Uh, I got a picture from my nigga Billy
Rollin' round in that TT, me and my nigga Bizzy
I'm with my brown chick and she's so thick
25, I'm talking 'bout a whole brick
These fuck boys, they don't fucking know shit
I love toys but trust me, I'm no kid
Don't want beef, tell 'em strap up and load clips
Cashmere jumper with my fucking Gucci loafers
S N Ns, that's a madness
Beef, I'm outside like some campers
Guns gon shoot like some cameras
I don't play fair, catch me up in Mayfair
Talking business bitch, you've been a prick
Olive skin chick from Marrakesh
Engaged to the streets, we ain't married yet
I let this gun blow like a clarinet
I rep for my borough like Harriott
Pop tools, pussy niggas, rock balls
Hop out the Vauxhall, pop four, the streets' apostle
I'll see you at the crossroads, yuck
Two TECs, Ying Yang Twins
Gun in my suit, big man ting
If that bitch sus, bring man in
Westfield shop with me and Bim
Get a nigga whacked nigga, okie dokie
Godfather Snap, call me Corleone
Niggas mad 'cause I fucking speak to Coley
Niggas mad, on a Roley
It's fuck niggas, I don't trust niggas
I'm in the C Class, in the cut nigga
White tee, Balmain jacket
I'm in a plush villa standing in the rain, faggot
Top floor, panoramic
With a .45, snap Capone, I'm real callous
I'm a fly boy, Imperial Armani
I don't wanna talk, unless it involves money
Guess what? This jacket's from Guess darg
Shoot, hit his head top, head rocked
Up close and personal, red dot
Head, chest, neck shot, red dot
Turn nigga cabbage, veg, uh
I be in the Lex with the TEC darg
I don't tek chat, nigga tek what?
VIP lounge, we in the best spot
Turn niggas hoodie to a vest top
Escapone a vet darg, listen
I remember days when the pack came
Hired four bitches just to bag 'caine
We rented four cribs just to stash 'caine
A few months later, then the feds came
All my niggas trappers, yeah, we're unemployed
Got a portion of chips, no saveloy
Speeding in the whip, all tinted out
Squeezing the clip to get the devil out
I used to keep my gun in my neighbour's house
Then the council kicked my neighbours out
Bitches ask me why they call me Snap Capone
I'm the reincarnation of Al Capone
Never talk shit nigga, less is more
Uh, I'm all about the capital
I learnt economics from the drug dealers
I be running the streets in my suede Pumas
Nothing personal nigga, only business
I've got to kill her too if she is a witness
Uh, free my niggas in the jailhouse
I remember days selling mail out
Uh, my nigga Max was my next door
Now we're on the roads driving Z4s
All I talk is money nigga, where's yours?
Big .45 on the next tour
Arabic chicks speaking Arabia
Me and my niggas munching up in Maameleah's
I might link Bim for that Bobby Brown
Ten out of ten, got the best in town
I'm on the M3 in the M3
Profit this week, no less than 10 Gs
Uh, talking half a box nigga
Front row seats, to watch my nigga box, nigga
On royalty, the Swizz that's in my watch nigga
Cartier, CD, they're clocked nigga
Headshot, a nigga dropped nigga
Escapone, listen
I don't give a fuck about a postcode
Tryna get that Roley all in rose gold
Niggas getting dropped, shit was meant to be
Penthouse views, no renter-ies
I'm talking 'bout two grand a month nigga
You're too broke, you ain't got the funds nigga
Your chick left, said you're no fun nigga
That's why she's round me and my niggas
General like Marley, know the raver fam
I'm a shooter like Clizzy, let the special bang
Nigga fuck rap, I'd rather measure grams
Keep that thing in my hand like the weatherman
I severed niggas head when the 'retta banged
S-I-O-P-B, that was the Tekker Gang
Tried it on my case again, yuck
'Cause I left a nigga with no face again
Back in the States again, back in that place again
Lack of evidence, dismissal, buss case again
La ilaha illallah, yuck
You know I keep my faith in him
Listen, Escapone, the fucking hardest yeah
Free all my boys incarcerated
All my niggas doing the ting, back to the
Nine, you know how the ting goes, get me
Charley Softies, I'm the finest, streets