INTRODUCTION E

You know what it is. You know what it Is. Tef London. Tef London. Shouts out to my SW9 niggas. Okay. You know how we do. Street Sayona. Michael Million. Welcome. Shouts out, Hens. Aight, let's do this. Let's go. Let's get in it. This is a motion picture by the way. Courtesy of Raw Productions. Courtesy of Raw Productions. Khans on the beats. You already know. And you know me already. Mr. Tef London. Youngs. Strap up. Turn this record Strap up. Let's go. Let's go. Michael Million. Ch-uh, uh. Ch-uh, uh. Ch-uh, uh. You ready? Ready? Ch-Fuck the introduction. Turn Ill eruption, Raw Production, you ain't Gripping nothing. My city's bucking, millies tucked in, keep the Triggers clutching. Pitch by dozens, prick you dozen. We can spit it, cousin. Let the rounds off. I'm talking something. What you know about-Trapping And trotting, scrapping and shotting, stacking and Cocking. Ah. Run you rapping for nothing. Serve the fiends in both, even Batman and Robin. Talk with my dome, I rock and I roll. You sloppy and old. Lock 'em and load. Load. Away with your mind and body and soul. Body Sticks on the ride. Ride. Call us the Incas, getting it in outside. Loading the clip with pride. Holding the fifth like I don't give a shit Who dies. Rolling with risky guys at home is Your pistol lies. Like they will leave you Victimized. Looking in the rear view for the pigs Behind, 'cause I got cocaine and it's crystallized. Come to my gigs, if you ain't on the Case, you can't conversate. I'm from the estates, where we duck them jakes, And never touch the brakes. G's with beef, for their mother's sake, squeeze till The chopper breaks. Loading with fire, young Tony The Tiger. G, I got the flavor. Popping the lead. Ooh. Get six footed, not in A hospital bed. Me and my niggas locked tight Like the hair on top of the dreads. Say the word and it's off with his head. Off with his head. When I was 16, I Was off on a ledge. Smoke mad weed and Kept a Glock in the shed. Come on. the Dump is on, soon as I dump, I'm gone. Tef London's the London don. I'm a champion, ride till the grams is gone. Ride till the hammer's gone. Dressed with the bangers on. Got enough bullets in the tech to run a Marathon. They say they shooting off lead, But the same man doing an interview with Ross Kemp. You're watching your dude's gone drenched. Who's the top shooters? The crew's on bench. The nuisance and your music's nonsense. Ask Khans when I get in the booth, I'm Edged. Rugged and raw, touch you with force, Until we on top of the law. Giving it the Larry's, talking the ball. But don't wanna lock up my boys, I drop 'em off course. Get out my face. Send these mandem of course for some of these Pearls. I give you all the guns and some Of the rolls. What you say, youngs? I said all the guns and some of the Rolls. Uh, uh. To brat, brat. Uh. Fuck the introduction. Ill eruption, Raw Production, you ain't gripping Nothing. My city's bucking, millies tucked in, Keep the triggers clutching. Pitch by dozens, prick you dozen. We can spit it, cousin. Let the rounds off, I'm talking 50 something.