No Face - Reekz MB/LD.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Richard Ojo
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Richard Ojo
[00:08.64][Intro: Reekz MB]
[00:09.09]Reekz, LD
[00:09.30]No face no case
[00:11.19]But niggas see us
[00:12.45]Blocka, blocka
[00:12.75][Verse 1: Reekz MB]
[00:28.11]Lame boy said he on job
[00:29.28]Manaman say they wanna catch me
[00:31.50]'Cause I made the estate run
[00:32.73]Whole block looked like a track team
[00:34.86]Mana still trap, but I ain't a trap God
[00:38.46]I don't need no trap queen
[00:39.93]Push white, smash B
[00:41.76]Still got beef on the pavements
[00:43.20]Man makes hollow tips find him
[00:45.24]Tell you 'bout nights on the go, all day everyday grinding
[00:48.66]Free BP out the jail, slapped that corn at the sirens
[00:52.11]That's my brother, a rider, and he gets oh so violent
[00:55.83]No way, no trace, no case, no face cah I just don't have one
[00:59.55]Don't try talk about gwap
[01:00.66]When I know you ain't even got a bag one
[01:02.61]This that Dimzy flow, no difference yo put a hole in that one
[01:05.97]In that ding dong putting in work, and it's a ghostly black one
[01:09.24]Shotgun with the action, shotgun there for the action
[01:13.44]Manaman talk that jazz, don't be there when it's spazzing
[01:15.99]Young G said he on mazza, young G said he wanna shank him
[01:19.74]Young G there with a shank ting, shank ting looks like Aladdin's
[01:22.53]Mana turn thriller, Jackson, man hit 'em up like Pac did
[01:26.85]Patterned, flattened, malice, man leave the crime scene vanish
[01:30.09]Selling food, I am, man have got corn in iron
[01:32.73]Man have got food, Iams, man has got corn in iron
[01:35.31]Man has got corn, fry him
[01:37.53]Work out with the work out, niggas know I put the work out
[01:39.96]Lurk 'round with the squirt out, bet manaman turn down
[01:43.50][Bridge: LD + Reekz MB]
[01:44.04]We've got live corn for an opp boy, got live corn for the sirens
[01:47.07]Armed and dangerous, wicked and bad and violent
[01:49.23]Nobody's sliding
[01:49.92]Step round there with the lifers, bet everyone be silent
[01:54.12]Like tell me where the talking now
[01:55.53]You young G's gone so quiet
[01:57.06][Verse 2: LD]
[01:57.63]I raise my mash on the streets
[01:59.01]And I've kicked mans head in with Reekz
[02:00.90]I don't know about peace
[02:02.19]I'm a real chef, I pepper my beef
[02:04.08]I made one of them pussyholes run
[02:05.85]And the rest all followed like sheep
[02:07.53]I put in so much work on these opps
[02:09.12]I don't know how they're mentioning me
[02:10.95]I don't know how they're mentioning gang
[02:14.04]44's in a 4 door, that was us that was letting it bang
[02:16.65]You filthy imposters, like I don't know you wanna be man
[02:20.13]Had rusty corn in the 4's that day, that shit didn't jam
[02:23.01]You heard a few click-clicks then it banged
[02:25.17]I know everyone heard, of big man tryna disperse
[02:28.02]Looking all dumb with his name on his shirt
[02:30.54]They talk 'bout me on the street
[02:31.74]Now look how much niggas been hurt
[02:34.23]I've got am, I've got scales, I move work
[02:37.71]But **** the trap talk it's long
[02:39.42]I know M, I know Conz
[02:41.22]We drillers, we jog
[02:42.93]Might see us all on your block, tryna put a face on a top
[02:47.79]It feels so right when I do a nigga wrong
[02:50.07]I was in Tulse Hill vibsing, dropped bro corn for the 44 long
[02:52.35]You stupid Justin Biebers
[02:54.78]Stress you out then you garn sing songs
[02:56.79]I walk on road with weight
[02:58.11]I ain't touching no gym 'cause that shit be long
[03:00.24]A thousand grams of am
[03:01.47]Man I bruck it all down and I get it all gone
[03:05.16]9's, 4's, 2's, anyhow man'll get that gone