Hornsey – Fatality

Hornsey – Fatality Lyrics

Artist: Hornsey
Song: Fatality

Kazza
If we step, spill nuff juice on pavements [splash
The opp boys love talking, they write stories, nuff statements [snitches
His wig got split, oh sh#t, that’s brainless [bow bow

I don’t lack, nah fam, back out the stainless
Then dig him, dig him [dig him, dig him
Your friend got topped, now that hoe, your digging digging [digger
How you gassed your boss, shoulda told him stay civilian

One in the head [bow
In that grave he’s probably spinning
Who’s got the rizz, tell broski bill him [bill him up
Aye listen

Anytime that we get round there
I’m in the backseat, broski’s whizzing [whizzing
If we get the drop on their block, and thеre’s no dingers, probably legit
See a opp on thе mains then spin it [spin that

Park up, jump out gang
If he don’t dash I swear he’s finished [deadup]
Fatality
Yeah I f#cked his Mrs

Drop that out so now she mad at me
One thing I can vouch is that their sides got all the baddest bs
And she thinks that I done my man
But she don’t care that he turnt casualty

Just chills with the gang so casually
I try get down Swift [fact
All now I ain’t seen him since [no
I’m that guy that’s on your block in a bruckdown whip with the loaded stick [bow

So how you gonna chat bout Biz
If we step tryna tape off strips
Faith in bro, no he won’t miss
We sending shots, don’t do net diss [bow]

8’s up, that’s gang
Try diss the block, watch a man get tanned
Slap it at green, watch him fly, no Pan
He getbacks, and there is no sand [bow

Don’t put no work for your gang
Get bucked, don’t do no work, get banned
Vampire sh#t, leave blood on fangs
Free up the 8 with the G, soon land

Got a mash still on this dick
Still slop this dick like b#tchsake sh#t
Just got a drop, we pulled up quick
Woulda made that flip, man I’m feeling sick

If the 8 gang can’t make that tick
But I’ll hit that lick for the racks like Mitch
Rico style, I dig that b#tch
Don’t run from the 6 and it won’t stay lit

It’s the gang, watch your block get light up
Right up, back out the heat get right up
Tap that twice, watch a man get mind gone
Light on, this spin ting is a icon

Drop that one watch the skeng kickback
Fact, talk that sh#t got clapped
Slide two hands, press deep on the wap
Slap, twin dot-dot in the back

Gang just pull up, bust that door [bust that
Onsight man set it
Yeah they know it’s the 8 we’re repping
14 more and you’re holding cheffings

I try dig man’s chest in
On that day swear God just blessed him
Back this ting seen nuff man jetting
Normal for them to leave their bredrins [runoff

That sh#ts there f#cked
Them man just cut when they see what’s tucked
Get that drop, slide round, no fuss
Can’t talk no smoke on us man, trust [no

Deep in these streets, that’s us
6 feet deep like rise them up
Get round there been round there nuff
Streets been cold, ain’t got no love [no love]

Corn fly back like karma
Starter, cabman said pinata [bow bow
b#tch want dick, get nada, Gaza
Carga, back out the heat, no lava

Stepped in the field
Done Loose no Kenny [shh
In the pack then back this Henny
Remmy, one more pack, tile many, plenty

Can’t even call them 20 [dead him]
Hahahahaha
Kazza
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From the album:
Rotten Wood for Smoking Bees
Release Year: 2006