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South London (Remix)

by Harlem Spartans

Hook (Miz
OrMac)

Let's take it back to South London where gangsters bop through them dungeons, It's Harlem / 300 where Ku
Ku don't care 'bout numbers, there's gunmen, there's hunters, got chocolate's shaking their bumpers (ay, ay, ku, ku) X2

Verse 1 (Oboy)

I don't bother with them man
Bro tryna drop me a boss
(Big Fish)
I ain't tryin' to give man one
Man get splash them my boy dere come
(Ching, Ching, Ching)
They were tryna rave that day
We're trying to spoil mans fun
Them man claim that they're active, them man there just punks (some neeks), though they could fist fight me
Man got his forehead bust
Cunch to the Prince, better watch your head back cuz
My little 4 just buss, you don't wanna see little g backing out swords and stuff
(No way, no way)
I step with KU's but i link with Spartans
I beg man pardon, SA don go out there and clart them, fuck the opps man they love talking
Run a man down on my ones, run a man down with bis, Kenningtons really on obbo, cuh we taking the piss (X2)

Verse 2 (Miz
OrMac)

M-Mizor, back out my ting whos realer, HS hot step or dinger, silent skeng, dot dot or chinger. Riding, stroll with a bore whats thinner (dont run)
Everyone gotta talk 'bout a nigga, he ain't dis, he ain't dat, he ain't with her. I love life when they don't know nothing, late night juggin' im runnin' to skriller, his gun don't bang he ain't a driller. He ain't on, done no nigga, spartan hitta, run man down, who's realer
Bop back to my block HS, so i trap get bread, peddling, peds or in BP with Hex, Hatz, GSmarko, Anko n Kess. Everyone wanna be a gm, lurk around your whole ends and you see AD no vest, do trap send that zebra stuff off ends (Trap, trap)
1 with 2 peds, AB on the job after 10, Latz, splash man up like who's next, Bis, kick the prick and then chef, Bellz, kick shells and ran out his chest
(bang, bang, bang, bang)

Verse 3 (Bis)

It's sparta, stepped in the place had everyone screaming Harlem Harlem (Free Harlem)
(?)
Rise up make guys drop
Run off crash dont write off
Chew beef like dinner, winner
So you know we white wash
We come crashing like sunday dinner, ain't gon matter, it gon happen
Me and bros dem step no swagger, peng ting 8 but got no face
Just a blacked out man on a cam
Splash and Mash
Rap and Bang
Ain't no frauds in the can but Samurai Jack with man
You can get all that (?) (bang)
Or Naghz Mad Max
3 up Loski, SA and Sav and fam fam
Trip up drop and get splashed
Im with GG, Bellz and we gon (?)
We set trends, thats word on the curb
So she wanna know bout T money on the snap thats TY_HEF (add up)
On the ride with gang spot opps, they run, whos next?
Whats good? Whos on? (who's next)
She ain't on but she brown and peng
She want with a Spartan she needs (?)
Look
Differently known by feds
Grab hostiles and they wet their beds
She too good to be bad but princess still give neck

Verse 4 (Zico)
In the 6ix im spinning and spinning
Gotta kick it im tryna make it home for the news
Big brown bae like teddy straight (?)
Ring ring trap goes slow gotta speed up the moves
2 man on a 1 2, Dylan, SA and Miz thats a diligent move
Im a spartan digging up views
See a opp at a spot im grabbing that yute
1 van 2 man 2 serious weapons, thats serious stepping
No trips off ends thats trekking like how did i end up in Reading
Chilling in the T thats smokey settings
Smoke green til the smells in my bredrins
Chop rocks
3 the fam gotta 3 the (?)
Man just mash this beef get breaded
Violate, fuck that hes on deck
Fuck feds, fuck this, 3 my friends (free them)
I ride for my bro til the end
Darling stop looking at my face
(?)
(?)
Judge on my case talking about evidence
Tell them nothing 'bout Kenningtons Residents

Hook (Miz
OrMac)

Let's take it back to South London where gangsters bop through them dungeons, It's Harlem / 300 where Ku
Ku don't care 'bout numbers, there's gunmen, there's hunters, got chocolate's shaking their bumpers (ay, ay, ku, ku) X3