Tim Westwood - Freestyle Tim Westwood Capital Xtra lyrics

[Monkey] Nuff' gal get wacked Nuff skengs get wacked too Come on, jump out gang on a barrel Couldn't give a f** man f** you Been round there in a 4 door Been round there just to cut tru Gave the gal wood man I ain't gotta say I love you Free J that's bro (free jigga) 67 to the world anywhere anywhere mana man f** up a show Trapping' ain't dead the nittys still phone for the blow 4 door with a skeng I see couple man and they blow Skengs out ten toes Hammers out on my bros German 4 door jump out then let it blow Skrrr out bill it up probably get top from a hoe Skrrr out bill it up probably get top from a hoe On the 6 with my hoes [ASAP] T-house running though stones Out here running through hoes 44 holes chunky stones Breaking bones the pagans know My heads hot and my knife works cold Chef man down for my bros C rose will do it as well Bro got smoke as well Two bells and a rusty twelve Two L's up when the six do road Live corn go straight through your chest Leave your back with exit holes My drillers they drill no joke Skengs on the block there's loads Do it in a four door truck Or do it ten toes its nuttin' Six seven my brothers Circle small like bu*tons Violence and money we love it I'm f**ing these hookers and coming Straight after I'm cutting I'm f**ing these hookers and coming I ain't inna the cuffing Gang! [Dimzy] Don't piss my drillers off cuz Certified man's drilling off Hammers time we let spinners off Bro thot down man's skiddin' off Don't piss me off cuz CID's tryna get me gone But im still stepping on all these box With spinners dem we lurk on road I smoke too much pot I put work on any block If I need a stretch bro whip that up Package it then man send that up In the party with the 40's And hella b**hes throw 60's up In skengs we trucks that's risky stuff In skengs we trust with these things and stuff Money and violence we love it Man fill up the clips and clutch it Man bring out the skengs in public Pull up in public crash it in public 44 corn like wattsits When it goes off in the crowd collide and jump suttin like [?] [LD] Got an oozie lookin' all racist I got 44 flats of hearts I can hope you can take it Im violent wicked and bad And my gun can do foul [?] I shave man till it looks mad And my bredrin' still tryna shave him Bare man rap for the chords Won't bang for their friends under the floor Free Squeezy he was on the phone laughing We all know he shudda got more Cappa got more in front of all his friends Yeah all of his friends dem saw p**ys, free Skeng his on the wing chillin' Cuz a n***a don't know what he saw We got skengs in the ride lets lurk Police ain't saving you snitchin' n***as And you still get burst BAW BAW Beg gun round the kid try me and you will get burst 44s on the weight, [?] hair when I fly that work I feel hench when I fly dem birds {Part 2 Of Freestyle] [LD] f** all the opps [Dimzy] I got beef with the law (beef) I used to step Soohs and hot step with the fours Any estate do a little tour Fire off corn show man war Too much goals with scores So how you gonna talk about scores When your running from war Im running from jail, cells and court Motorway trips bare skr skr Smoking dope bro but bro had a whip in sport Nuff pengtings wanna do me Said they wanna do me and gang on tour Nuff three five, straight to the lungs Like brodie, what is a draw? He got wacked He got chin sawed How these punks gonna talk about scores n***as chat to the papers n***as write on papers Procedures statements I was with Jay motorway trips Now they got his face on the papers More time I got my mind on the papers Chasing Elizabeth's faces They had me on trial for some violence But I thank lord I bust those cases [Monkey] 67 my brodies, bang corn for my homies Talking sticks talk guns Come show me Them man are just fibbing, there phonies Mana man step get it correct On point shots like Coby Fill up the fours Lurk on your block You can end up with your homie Put smoke in the ride with bro Pull up baw baw The four miles gonna say yo Talking guns and d** you ain't got p's for a pole (dickheads) Talking guns and d** you ain't got p's for a pole (no guappa) Juking juking, all I know mummy said you can't be broke So im bruckin' bricks down with bro Guns Money Drugs, yeah man do this sh** on the road Free Skeng and Jigga J I can't wait till there home Fill the mash to the dome Yeah rolling round with some hotheads Finger itch let it blow Skengs out on any block Go Milly Rock like they know Do a drill take my shoes off Chill with bae smoke dough Man don't really trust a soul If your [?] Im slapping that pole [ASAP] 44s donkeys kicking Sound of this drum you can hold with rhythms Put holes in your coat and your hat if your slipping Serious drilling T-House living crack rock dishin Tryna make me a k**ing Cheff man with that Rambo out bare blood spilling Free Benny that's bro when his home Back to the pyrex whipping The opps don't come to the hill They say they do but their fibbing Come to my block bare gunshots Could be dipping Fill the skengs up with hollows No ones on the drive then we skr round 1 hoe Make that crash, dem man dash Stones come fat like Rocco Make that crash, dem man dash Stones come fat like Rocco Am bud man bill it I don't wanna hit your loud That spliff's tasting siggish Peng lighty thickish doggystyle when I hit it Make bands in the trap from the [?] im flipping Running mans trap for the figures [LD] Mobbing, I told mum I wanna live healthy Don't phone late that's the time im jogging Really though man went jogging Two L's up tryna spot him This guns roo like Lowski Had the corn, kettle and bop him! 67s all moist, they don't bang they do music You stupid boy you confused it Your gonna have me up tryna prove it Dutty ped, dutty fours gonna shoot hearts Like im Cupid And my product off [?] I ain't inviting man You see this savage life I didn't choose it You say your a driller show me Big guns got me feeling like Tony None of dem k**ed your friends I gotta shout Incie still phone me Bare man act like they know me You can't spud man with your brodie Got pengtings loving the gang How the f** could a n***a like me get lonely? Its mad how we f** up the music and we still do drill its bait If we wanted man to know who did it Then why would we hide our face Man drill up estates drill up estates Then I go do goals with bae Man drill up estates drill up estates Then I go do goals with bae [Liquez] Still pull up in a whip 357 on my hip Live corn in my clip got Six Redrum when my paigons slips And them man know we take trips And ima gun him down from his head to his hip I went and got suttin n***as know I don't slip Why the f** would I talk When my gun got hits Gang and we lurk with things f** all of my opps and they ain't piss So why do they talk like this Talking and talking with the gun I grip You can get shot by this And I ain't gonna stop Till all of drop So n***as know there pissed Yeah n***as know there pissed This skengs hot like Kay Scribz's heads hot like birdie Still lurk on your block with a big 44 that's certy And if im with suttin then that skeng there turned dirty But I still take it out there next day tryna do man dirty!