98 Degrees

Ninety eights

Gang shit

Go check the fuckin' news

We really do

It's us

We're the one's making noise out 'ere

Still tryna score like Kobe (Swish)

Wet man with my pokey (Ching)

Still tryna dice suttin' up

When we're in that dings and we're glidin' through Stokey

Or Fields, or Square

We don't care (We don't care)

See feds, gang disappear

I ain't tryna get locked with the driver tear (Skkrt)

Beef ting's gettin' intеnse (What?)

We raisin' the crimе rate

Discharge shells, you know that I'm irate

Let off the baby I held it sideways (Bow, bow)

Boof got chopped tryna get some food

Man run at their barbies too (Ching, ching)

I bussed that GBH, should've seen mum's face when I said times two

Man run at the Redfish yutes (Dickheads)

Got shot in his snitch, free --, sure knows how to shoot

Man got down two, they were so confused

I've ran too much man out their shoes (Too much)

How many times I seen molly?

I buss that window, the boy just blew

Got chopped, he nearly got-got

His brother nearly lost the plot (Should've dead)

Man's lettin' off shots, ain't hittin' no doors

Man really wanna beef or what?

My youngers are savage and pan man's top

That big man shoulda got dropped (Ching)

One time it really got peak

I gripped my machete, swung it like a mop

(Whoosh, listen)

AMPR, my clique is tekky

Four fizz in the crash put teeth in the mash

KB off the ugly Betty (Bow, bow)

Whoosh, whacker, sawn-off's ready

The dots come black like Yeti

Shells for the opp boys over the berry

Broad way bruck it

And if they ain't lick for the waps we abuse them cheffies

True say the turner dodged me a muder

38 minus 1 like Burner

Do that purposely on my verse

And rise with the tek and kindly burst it

Grip them purgers

He got cheffed in the nerf cah the boy too nervous

They wan' do verses, bare man bruckin' to me, lil' boy it's curtains

Yes, us man talk 'bout drills

I can show you where the pressurin' from

Comes from us, boy don't bluff, 98s bop, we smoke no bungs

We don't do no dabs, we splash that bare gotta ching like Chong

Uuh, applyin' the beef from long with my bro if he's right or wrong

Right or wrong, for my bro it don't matter

The hammer can scatter on opps

Bro copped brand-new teeth for the dots

We can take it there, make it bite like dogs

12 gauge in the cage just waitin' to bark, can tape shit off

Sight opps, pop doors and rise this mop

Better tape this block if they don't make off (Boom, bow)

Gotta warm up the tyres, get us movin'

Once we're rollin', no excuses (Skkrt, skkrt)

Air out your lungs but you're loosin'

I put my foot through how many faces?

Like a racist, black yutes choosin'

I make all of you children students

Kids intrudin',

Don't be surprised if we put two slugs in the yard, got human

Yo, no chat, no banter (None)

Set pressure on opps

We tape up that block, you know it don't matter

Still slide out no hammer

The ride fit 5 but you know it get ramp up

Pop them doors, watch KO stagger

See bro, he a well-known stabber

And the teeth on the blade is a mazza

Mazza, it's a massacre

I ain't got time for a amateur (None)

Gotta hit man in their passenger's, firearm manager

I rev it up, with D on the back

Controllin' the dots, he manage it

Pull up on dem and they panickin'

We ain't talkin', we slappin it

(Ay, come 'ere)

Got down ---, should've firmed this ching (Splash)

And bro grabbed him and kicked him (I did)

How many man turn victim?

Got chings to complete this mission (Firm that)

Fuckin' victim

I'm a stalkin' villain

Don't call on my phone askin' me "who did it?"

I'm smokin' on Carna, sippin' on Nippon (Nippy)

I'm feelin' dizzy

Must be DD, or cheddar, or error (Huh?)

It's whatever

I smoke Latts, chase Stabbz

Saw Mogz, made him crash (Skkrt)

Man know me, I'm bad

I try ching Rabba but the pussio dashed

(Mazza)

I'm back, anything I can't handle?

Do it in auto or manual

Dem man love chat like panels

Jump out rides, we scratch up panels (Dickheads)

Tryna beef from a height, what you know about angles?

Two in the dots, leave man mangled

Spill juice, 'course I had to

Seems a mess, party cancelled (Bow)

Bodge in the sleigh come fat like Yelnuts

No Stan in the hands when I brake it (No)

I'm in the park at the T house flamin'

Young G's rollers cah they love blazin'

Opps dem shit, it's blatant

They askin' me shit, I ain't engagin' (No)

Bro let it rip then it's backyard brakin'

Rudeboi why you write them statements? (Bow, bow)