Cruddy On The Streets
[Intro - Gates]
We got Gates on the intro, yo, we got Young RV, K Man
Cruddy on the streets

[K Man]
I've been shying these niggas since primary school
K Man in the chump he ain't kind at all
Come round here with any hot kind of tool
Cause I will hose a nigga down till he's kinda cool

All I need is a blade and a bicycle
And I'll show you little fronters what riders do
You'd be pissed on the strip if I ain't liking you
Cause there's no telling what be coming, what us riders do

Cause it's peak when I get in my zone
No respect kick your mumzy down the stairs if I get in your home
Plus it's peak if I get in the chrome cause I'll be steaming off the iron, But it's nothing like pressing your clothes

It's more like headshot pressing your dome
It's more like your brains all dressed in the roads
That's what happens when you nigga try and step on my toes
That's what happens when K Man steps in the roads
Cause they know what I'm on, P's and shanks too
Plus no manners no please and thank you
And they know big K's squeezing bangs too
Not my favourite meal but I'll eat your damn crew

Won't eat veggies but beef I can do
Cause throughout my life I've chiefed and banged yutes
I don't talk much so the speech ain't that smooth
But I get it cracking cause I be that yute

[Young RV - Chorus x2]
We're moving cruddy on the streets
No coming to the death we ain't fucking with Police
Streets are cold got us running with the heat
We'll pitch a pagan, it ain't nuttin to a G

[Young RV]
Niggas talking bout guns like we ain't got guns too
Till I come through with my strap, holding more teeth than gums do
If I bust too, have you leaking on the floor like slugs do

If you think I came to salt the beef you're a dumb yute
I came to pepper up the beef like your mum's stew
I'm surrounded by animals, coming like I'm living in a jungle

As soon as I come into your flats, you're running from my dargs
Fucking little cats
Expecting me to chase you down, like I won't catch a body when my blade is out
Gunpowder's like my aftershave, you don't wanna see me get the fragrance out
As soon as I come into your ends, one thing running through my head, Lick a pagan down

I've been riding on my pedal bike and I ain't tryna lose weight
Move like Wesley Snipes with my huge blade
When I step foot on the other side, niggas get shook and run and hide like Usain. (Stop running)

And I got a smooth aim
Just give me one shot I don't need two takes
A lot of beef on my plate like 2 steaks
So I keep metal in my jeans, no loose change

[Young RV - Chorus x2]
We're moving cruddy on the streets
No coming to the death we ain't fucking with Police
Streets are cold got us running with the heat
We'll pitch a pagan, it ain't nuttin to a G