text: Gangland Lyrics
  Hella shh, shh, shh
  Thats the whole place shun
  Whole place cordoned off and di tent up
  Police dem a look fi intent
  If a nuh OFB den am nutten
  Dem ready know seh mi ah rebel
  Jook, jook, skrr out the 4 door matic, shotgun 
  Man ah man rise up the Trenton and buss off di cylinder head
  Cylinder done
  You tink seh a 1 or 2, 3 or 4
  Ah mussi bout 5 or 6 ah dem
  Ah must we head dat make dem dere
  On your mark we ready set
  And yuh know we crash and set
  Cuttin tru shh on the backroad
  Hope I see suttin, Ima tape dis one
  Still love a spontaneous one
  Still do a man foul, go change my garms
  As long as the OS out ere chatting
  All the streets aint calm
  New ammunition, expensive one
  Tell the plug make sure the extended one
  Bruck down dinger or a rented one
  When the tints down press it more than once
  Tryna go home with a empty one
  Leave him with wounds, exit ones
  Life on the M way gets tiring, Im still doing lengthy ones
  Buss this pack, its a certain one
  Its been a shit day if I aint made one
  Pull up on dem di hard one next shop
  Buss up pon di organ
  Buss up pon di organ
  We make a boy fly, no Jordan
  We make a boy fly, no Jordan
  No make no stretch widout car crime
  Cah we are the neighbourhood shottas
  Dem with the rockhand
  Pull up pon dem man test out di brukkas
  Dem kno seh we dont have no honour
  True we a send shots cross di borders
  Soon di whole of dem haffi slaughter
  Gang dem pull up and bun off di barber
  We ah shave man head
  We ah lift up all of dem
  Spin spin ting load wid copper head
  OFB that shit bloodshed
  Break these barriers
  I was at the courthouse tryna act like an amateur
  Age nineteen, got significant role
  I wish theyd have called me a carrier
  I was only tryna buy me a 15 calibre
  Large one stick to the wall like a banister
  You can get it from the back like Pallister
  Do him up front like Cantona
  I told bro keep his eyes on the road
  Me, Im just doing up passenger
  Man see all the opp boys run up out ere
  I swear they do too much cardiovascular
  Turn down a reload with my manager
  He couldnt even handle the fumes in the atmosphere
  Tryna turn this soft to rock, tryna do it like Noel Gallagher
  OFB a straight blood den
  Dem dem dem kno seh man hot head
  Henywhere a man get cetch
  Finish and tare off flesh
  Dont try and come take man fi fraud true say man ah rap in yardie
  Gully man straight outta di Farm
  Dem dem kno seh we too out of order
  Put it on for the whole of the O, thats gangland
  Different sweets like Randoms
  Four doors fill up with handgun
  Jump out, throw way more than a tantrum
  Opps fully aint respect mans gangster
  Til theyre stuck to the ground like a angster
  Could still go there and do it with Bradders
  I wish they would free all the mandem
  Two of the brucks is in di bull dog
  Ting dem ah bark like ah one dog
  War is war
  Top striker dem know about 
  Smoke on dem, smoke and start dance
  Which one of dem deh want meet the war
  Mi seh which one of dem deh want meet the war
  Been getting sick of my ringtone
  Ring my old spot, more rocks than Flintstones
  Old school like Jenny, no cinco
  Me and bro gotta talk on encryptors
  Bruck down Astra, maybe a Citroen
  On the other side, Im tryna spill some Vimto
  Bad Bs come to the Nizz and I bet they all know my lingo2Embed