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From Stocky to Brookie, these niggas bangin'. I told you 'bout nights when I used to Get it in Camden. Recite from the hood, Then I turn it all into grammar. I switched it all up so the jakes won't Understand me. Remember hot-headed Henry and big Sammy, Batty and Bench, they rob a nigga with Bally. And when they had a swamy, they always Rolled in a cabbie. But one day, SL nineteen pulled a scatty. Huh, but how about Don Eric? That nigga used to get it, he gave you The budge on credit. Drop a brick on you, that nigga was playing Tetris. The niggas came to get him, yeah, trust Me, they came to get it. I heard Pretty Luke put a hit out on Bob, 'cause he beat his baby mother, and Luke Cain and Muggy said, "Uh-uh." Now I'm pullin' his plug, and yeah, you heard How he got his tray deuced in the club. See, if it's over your head, you gotta listen Back. I keep my hood story alive, recite heathen Facts. Tales and scriptures of riders who's on Missions. School of hard knocks, we paid our dues And tuition. You see, the game don't change, Only the names. So never be complacent, Always ready to aim. Scales in the basement, always ready for cane. The game don't change, only the names. The OGs remember Fat Craig. This nigga think he Flavor Flav with his fat Chains. But Craig hang around with Tim, he a Fat snake. Craig got tees, but he a prick, So he a track eight. But niggas fear Tim, because he's on tings. Like lettin' one spin in the don chin. So Tim set a move up, like goons came To rob him. But when they took Craig's jewels, He saw the whole thing. Dolce shoes, jacket, Dior trim. Yeah, that's Paulie, AKA Paul Grim. Hoppin' out a Porsche with the sport rims, And he always got a fly chick that he Flauntin'. And big Batty Bianca was a bad B, Matter of fact, the G's used to call her Cadbury's. Stayed on the cruds, She would slap G's. Like, "Why slap one when I can slap three?" See, if it's over your head, you gotta listen Back. I keep my hood story alive, recite heathen Facts. Tales and scriptures of riders who's on Missions. School of hard knocks, we paid our dues And tuition. You see, the game don't change, Only the names. So never be complacent, Always ready to aim. Scales in the basement, always ready for cane. The game don't change, only the names. Man, what happened to big-nosed Nigel? I used to hear about how he spit those Rifles. Little short nigga with the heart of a Eiffel. And he did it for respect, Not a title. I heard he's on Dean now. Mashallah. And have you heard from Dean now? I heard he's on the Bible. Shout out to my fellas who be dead or Forgotten. London road boys, Peck's up to Tottenham. They said Trauma shot him when enemy boys shot Him. These niggas didn't ride, they softer than hot Cotton. I know East End niggas who movin' that Dot cotton. Everybody on their grind, They poppin' them dots rotten. See, if it's over your head, listen back. My hood story... Heathen facts. Tales and scriptures, riders who's on Missions. School of hard knocks... See, if it's over your head, you gotta listen Back. I keep my hood story alive, recite heathen Facts. Tales and scriptures of riders who's on Missions. School of hard knocks, we paid our dues And tuition. You see, the game don't change, Only the names. So never be complacent, Always ready to aim. Scales in the basement, always ready for cane. The game don't change, only the na-