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Five, six, seven, eight, nine double M's in a clip Ten, eleven twelve-gauge shells in a stick Certified without a stick "Murdaside," we made a hit Verified without a tick The hollow tips will hit your whip and make you flip Make you crash into a ditch Make 'em slip and take a trip Drop a rap, not drop a diss Drop the cash and drop a hit Do the dash and do the dip When I've got suttin on my hip Free my bro, he got equipped I'm the captain of the ship Wearing blue like I'm a Crip I'm not banging for no gang, I bang for bro, it's off the rip Tell Fanta Packs, "I need a zip" Tell Aitch, "I need a sip" and tell your bird that she's got nits They hate it when I'm broke, I bet they hate me now I'm rich Got it popping in a celly, he popped my nose and popped my lip Got him back and chopped the prick, retaliation proper quick I poked up a prisoner on sight on the yard like Choppa did And fuck an opp, I'm not a kid Me or them, you've gotta pick Don't be playing both sides, you little snake, you make me sick Verified without a tick, certified without a stick "Murdaside," we made a hit But we done it broad day and made him vanish Just me and one of my amigos but we're not Spanish Ask Ste, used to test it on the tree and check the damage Independent 'cause I'm not the type of person you can manage He don't want no beef, he's vegan, pepper up his salad My bro is dropping missions on his own because he's callous Get the drop, make it pop, you probably heard it out in Dallas And you can call me Mal G, it's short for malice I caught him slipping with his girl 'cause he's a gyalist I'm a rapper now, I rap until I bought my mum a palace They don't understand, it's not the wonderland and I'm not Alice And if you don't get it, that's a fairy tale How the fuck's he trapping if he don't know how to work a scale? And if you're failing to prepare then be prepared to fail We had to slide on the rats like a curtain rail We was testing straps out on the tracks, that's that Merseyrail Gotta keep it on me all the time 'cause I'm not scared of jail Five, six, seven, eight, nine double M's in a clip Ten, eleven twelve-gauge shells in a stick Certified without a stick "Murdaside," we made a hit Verified without a tick Five, six, seven, eight, nine double M's in a clip Ten, eleven twelve-gauge shells in a stick Certified without a stick "Murdaside," we made a hit Verified without a tick