"Raise Hell" lyrics
(feat. Unknown T)
[Intro:]
Project X
Swear down
More Money produced it
[V9:]
This shank on my hip will send man hell
Rude boy got chinged and he fell
Stretched that nigga, I fed him well
Chinging niggas, I don't know names
I just know he's from that estate
So you know I gotta take that trip
If you slip you know you're pissed
How many times have I gripped that stick?
Like I'm playing Polo
Opp block, do it Marco Polo
I can do it on my solo
Boot cut jeans, I look like a hobo
I'm in the back of a bike like Lobo
Swing that suttin' and tear at his backbone
[Unknown T:]
Slip on your backroad, you might hold a ching in your backbone
Fuck it, move with a broom like bruck it
Fill up the dings with steel and skengs, told my young Gs tuck it
We brucked him, dig him and don't stop plugging
What's the odds if you're buckin' to paigons Thameside
9 out of 10, they're running
4 doors pop in the 8, that's 4 man screaming "bun him"
[V9:]
That's 4 man screaming out "bun him"
Don't make me bruck it and slump him
Are you buzzing? How can you say my name?
I done chased down all them rappers
Put him to sleep when I grabbed him
That little boy, he tried vanish
Run for his life, he panicked
[Unknown T:]
Fuck all the shit, man set shit straight
I don't deal with the mix like blenders
Don't slip if you're taking the mick
You can feel this stick from the real Eastenders
Dip man straight, we don't do no swinging
Dip 'til the rambo's bending
Bruck it to opps, it's beef I'm setting
The niners been on cheffing
[V9:]
Niners been on cheffings
I chinged that man and I meant it
Shanks love bending
[?] got cheffed it's hellish
Leave man red like me
Hop out the 4 door truck and squeeze
I ain't a fucking neek, I'll ching man out of his T
That's hashtag BBC, [?] come darker than me
Project X
Swear down
More Money produced it
[V9:]
This shank on my hip will send man hell
Rude boy got chinged and he fell
Stretched that nigga, I fed him well
Chinging niggas, I don't know names
I just know he's from that estate
So you know I gotta take that trip
If you slip you know you're pissed
How many times have I gripped that stick?
Like I'm playing Polo
Opp block, do it Marco Polo
I can do it on my solo
Boot cut jeans, I look like a hobo
I'm in the back of a bike like Lobo
Swing that suttin' and tear at his backbone
[Unknown T:]
Slip on your backroad, you might hold a ching in your backbone
Fuck it, move with a broom like bruck it
Fill up the dings with steel and skengs, told my young Gs tuck it
We brucked him, dig him and don't stop plugging
What's the odds if you're buckin' to paigons Thameside
9 out of 10, they're running
4 doors pop in the 8, that's 4 man screaming "bun him"
[V9:]
That's 4 man screaming out "bun him"
Don't make me bruck it and slump him
Are you buzzing? How can you say my name?
I done chased down all them rappers
Put him to sleep when I grabbed him
That little boy, he tried vanish
Run for his life, he panicked
[Unknown T:]
Fuck all the shit, man set shit straight
I don't deal with the mix like blenders
Don't slip if you're taking the mick
You can feel this stick from the real Eastenders
Dip man straight, we don't do no swinging
Dip 'til the rambo's bending
Bruck it to opps, it's beef I'm setting
The niners been on cheffing
[V9:]
Niners been on cheffings
I chinged that man and I meant it
Shanks love bending
[?] got cheffed it's hellish
Leave man red like me
Hop out the 4 door truck and squeeze
I ain't a fucking neek, I'll ching man out of his T
That's hashtag BBC, [?] come darker than me
