C Biz - Gangsters With Dreams lyrics

[Hook: Young Spray] AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as it seems We're just gangsters with dreams AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as it seems We're just gangsters with dreams Gangsters with dreams Gangsters with dreams We're just gangsters with dreams Gangsters with dreams [Verse 1: Snap Capone] n***as want me dead, that's Chinese whispers, n***a Click it, wig a n***a, leave no witness, n***a I'm strapped with that MAC or the AR, n***a Or the AK, AKA the super sprayer Snap Capone, the shooter, n***a, grab the Luger Po from Cuba, gun consumer Home visit, bun intruder I don't like these n***as 45 or I'mma 9 these n***as When I like these n***as Two TECs, that's Siamese n***as [Verse 2: Corleone] Just another gangster n***a Giving orders, I sanction k**ers f** with me, I'll have your dinner I'm a baller, lavish liver Magnum spinner in my blacked-out bimmer Crazy as f** like a cracked-out n***a I scratch out squealer from the trap house filler Halo Fox, go and #winner I don't think I need to rap I don't think I need to trap I don't think you've seen the stat I don't think you mean your raps As a young buck coming up Had a gun crush, I'm in love Big darg, that's puppy love Oh lord, if my blood start bubble up [Hook: Young Spray] AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as we seem We're just gangsters with dreams AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as it seems We're just gangsters with dreams [Verse 3: C Biz] Yeah, this one is a hit f** it, I'm dropping my name on it They wanting my dreams f** it, I'm dropping the game on 'em Dropping the pain on 'em Strippers, I'm making it rain on 'em Take it back to the trapping The brandy and work and I'm dropping the 'caine on 'em Whipping the cane on 'em f** it, I'm flipping the game on 'em If they talking 'bout money but showing their stacks I just flip out a chain on 'em Live by the street code Exercise my heat with strategy Gangsters with dreams I live this sh** in reality [Verse 4: Kyze] A long time, a lot of man been see-through That's why there's a lot of man I don't speak to I'm a man that you leave cause I'll leave you I'm chasing my dreams, you don't want me to creep through If I could spit about things that I've been through I'd scare man away from the mic when I don't mean to I could speak on things I don't need to My life is a movie, you'll cry at the preview Cause I just wanna get the bottles and the rounds in Fly through the shubs and fly off with a browning But still, you might see a man frowning Walking with Giggs like no one come round him Man's wishes never came from a well or a fountain It's from a mountain bike, a scale and two ounces And lately, my inner spirit's been prowling Ghetts said "cool, let me bring you to the mountain" [Hook: Young Spray] AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as we seem We're just gangsters with dreams AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as it seems We're just gangsters with dreams [Verse 5: Youngs Teflon] I was stuck on my face Couldn't cope no more Couldn't buy sh** I needed Wasn't no hope no more I had [?] on the phone I said "I ain't going broke no more" Now even though this rap sh**'s working I'd be lying if I said I ain't selling dope no more See, man are doing hoes, man are doing shows Man are getting ammi in by the load Still jumping on the beat like a toad Man, I'm on the radio, still up on the road I still bring my sword to a battle And ride with the monkeys on the saddle What you know about cabbage? That's mense Can't see me loading it behind the tints [Verse 6: Stana] After all the work that I put in And these n***as I stuck it on All these that I robbed, all these n***as that I knocked And these so-called k**ers that I buss it on n***as still looking at me like there's something wrong Everywhere I go, I bring the gun along, I don't give a f** about the babylon n***as better know where I'm coming from East side of that London, home of the gunman Where we g**n And bang hammers on folks We headbu*t, uppercut And we strangle their throats And it's all for the d**, j**els and pound notes Live by the thug rules and stand bold n***as better tuck your j**els cause Stan's home Told n***as that it's f**ed for you and alie on road [Hook: Young Spray] AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as we seem We're just gangsters with dreams AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as it seems We're just gangsters with dreams [Verse 7: Avelino] Yeah, me too Spray, I've got a dream too Out here on D-Block, I'm Sheek Louch I've got styles and Ps too Pull up on my enemy Remember me? I've got fuel for your jealousy We're just tryna get fed, they get policed What a shame We did it major, it was all in the flats Keys all in the bag They think they know me cause they're calling me Av I'm that motherf**er, you should call me a dad I wanna put that back in reverse, tell her call me a cab Fuse got a sword in the bag But when the MAC rings, ain't no calling him back, snap [Verse 8: Dubz] Oi, get it in, oi, get it in My trap line is peppering My soldiers dem peddling Selling the white and h**ne My junkies need medicine f** the boys in blue, not Everton Men buss case, no evidence Step out the court with elegance Whipping up the white semilina Looking at the pot, it's a beamer Looking at my Glock, it's a nina You went and got a shot come between ya Your girlfriend, she loves you and leaves ya Comes to my yard for Ciroc and amnesia Cucking her knees up Once she gives uck, I just drop her to Peter [Hook: Young Spray] AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as we seem We're just gangsters with dreams AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as it seems We're just gangsters with dreams [Verse 9: Stormzy] Look, I'm the youngest in charge The boy's got cheek but the youngers got bars The boy ain't peak but he's coming so hard Go and call your f**ing youngers, man, your youngers ain't hard Man, I'll slap 'em, tell dem boy dere 'llow the rapping Tell dem boy dere I ain't even down for no collabing Holla at me later And by that, I mean please don't holla at the saviour I gave you n***as a lifeline to live I gave you n***as the limelight to spit And all you did was flop, f** that, man All you n***as washed like all you n***as lost Yeah, squaddy, go the the booth, catch a body n***as talk sh** but my n***as ain't worried We done it first and them n***as just copy Tell 'em that I'm sorry, I'm sorry, word [Verse 10: J Avalanche] Avalanche, n***a, man, you know me Five bills spent on my Stoney Twenty grand spent on my Roley In the kitchen whipping up the yola Came out of the kitchen smelling of the crack odour Profit is enormous, my pockets are bulging Touch my chain and them straps are loaded Your b**h said she love my flow, it's the coldest sh**ting on them n***as, man, I need to toilet To live my life while you're living in a dream Boy, AR15 from selling 16s Taking them trips to OT I was only fifteen Taking them trips, I was only fifteen Taking them trips, I was only fifteen [Hook: Young Spray] AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as we seem We're just gangsters with dreams AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as it seems We're just gangsters with dreams [Verse 11: Big 6ix] Secure networks when I'm calling the plug 50 wraps when I'm ordering bud n***as wan' talk like they've pushed They ain't talking to us Put around 10 into 4, then I'm sealing 'em up I've got 'em all in the cut I did it all in a month I nip it all in the bud I'll piss on all of you c*nts I'll piss on all of your chumps, you dumb f**s Mummy never raised no bum I've been raised, little n***a, I ain't dumb I'll rest your brain on the pump, put your brain in the dump Say my name when it's done [Verse 12: Beanz] Yeah, face is bait with the jakes I'm Shadow Gang till the d**h of me A black bally on the face That's a murder case for my enemies Bouquet of black roses Leave 'em scattered right by the cemetery My facial expression is frozen No emotion, slide up and press the piece They can rest in peace Or burn in hell, I can't feel a thing Spray like an AR15 Hit your sweet spot like caramel I've been to jail and back So I know about time in the cell My ninja gang stay strapped Trapping birdies but they don't never tell [Hook: Young Spray] AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as we seem We're just gangsters with dreams AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as it seems We're just gangsters with dreams [Verse 13: Young Tribez] Everybody dreaming My side, everything's real I've got the cats dem deeming Like "what is the deal?" I tell them two for fifteen Meet me on the precinct and watch for Old Bill I started at fifteen And I skipped the weed ting cause I wanted a mill Word for the eighteen Zs that were sold 18K for the gold I put it on the road Soon as it dropped out the bowl Your b**h want the dick but I put her on the strip Nuttin' like the strippers on a pole In the kitchen when we whip So it's Benz when we whip on the road, yeah [Verse 14: Skeng] Skeng, I'm a nightmare Balmain logos, no Nike Airs Bad b**h, I've got no type You're talking [?] and Ricki Lake, I've got both types Baff put me on the fifteen Now I'm model whipping on the big screen In the jungle where it's concrete And gangsters really live dreams [Hook: Young Spray] AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as we seem We're just gangsters with dreams AR15 Hit 'em up no less than fifteen As bad as it seems We're just gangsters with dreams