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Five, six, seven, eight, nine double M's in a clip

Ten, eleven twelve-gauge shells in a stick

Certified without a stick

"Murdaside," we made a hit

Verified without a tick

The hollow tips will hit your whip and make you flip

Make you crash into a ditch

Make 'em slip and take a trip

Drop a rap, not drop a diss

Drop the cash and drop a hit

Do the dash and do the dip

When I've got suttin on my hip

Free my bro, he got equipped

I'm the captain of the ship

Wearing blue like I'm a Crip

I'm not banging for no gang, I bang for bro, it's off the rip

Tell Fanta Packs, "I need a zip"

Tell Aitch, "I need a sip" and tell your bird that she's got nits

They hate it when I'm broke, I bet they hate me now I'm rich

Got it popping in a celly, he popped my nose and popped my lip

Got him back and chopped the prick, retaliation proper quick

I poked up a prisoner on sight on the yard like Choppa did

And fuck an opp, I'm not a kid

Me or them, you've gotta pick

Don't be playing both sides, you little snake, you make me sick

Verified without a tick, certified without a stick

"Murdaside," we made a hit

But we done it broad day and made him vanish

Just me and one of my amigos but we're not Spanish

Ask Ste, used to test it on the tree and check the damage

Independent 'cause I'm not the type of person you can manage

He don't want no beef, he's vegan, pepper up his salad

My bro is dropping missions on his own because he's callous

Get the drop, make it pop, you probably heard it out in Dallas

And you can call me Mal G, it's short for malice

I caught him slipping with his girl 'cause he's a gyalist

I'm a rapper now, I rap until I bought my mum a palace

They don't understand, it's not the wonderland and I'm not Alice

And if you don't get it, that's a fairy tale

How the fuck's he trapping if he don't know how to work a scale?

And if you're failing to prepare then be prepared to fail

We had to slide on the rats like a curtain rail

We was testing straps out on the tracks, that's that Merseyrail

Gotta keep it on me all the time 'cause I'm not scared of jail

Five, six, seven, eight, nine double M's in a clip

Ten, eleven twelve-gauge shells in a stick

Certified without a stick

"Murdaside," we made a hit

Verified without a tick

Five, six, seven, eight, nine double M's in a clip

Ten, eleven twelve-gauge shells in a stick

Certified without a stick

"Murdaside," we made a hit

Verified without a tick