Traumatized
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I'm still out pushing work screaming "fuck feds"
And that long nose spinner got enough lead
Nigga mind where you step or get drop dead
25 in the M and that's a death threat
Scream 67k and that's enough said to get dead
Yes I'm mad Liquez and I'm corrupted
I've got a cold heart and a hot head
I do the mad ting I won't regret
I back my shotty and make you see dead
Just remember that and I mean it
Original member man can't call me no prospect
Me and bro always does this
I see him get hit with an object
I dont give a dam I'll bang that mash broad day in public
Like what's all the banter for real let man no what's the subject
Man bounce with the gauge yeah I try move sick with it
When the boss comes in I get a pack and I'm flipping it
Ram man snap we some Pyrex boys they just keep whipping it
Don't lack get a mash move sick with it
Tr's got packs in Lowes Tooks O.T with bros
LD puts amm on the road gun plays fires off poles
Dim Dimma dat nigga moves low
ASAP's kway in O
Free Mloose dats bro
I hope dat my bros land road
Its real life the opps snaked my bros and they locked all the guys
Yeah you better think twice
Cah we still on the 6's and we still with the pipes
Yeah they're wet like wipes
They say they got theirs and they know I got mines
You can try roll a dice
But the luck ain't there and the skengs my type
Fuck feds they got my niggas stressin'
I fly cunch with a pack and flip it
I'm lurking with a ramsey catch a opp and fish him
Muthafucka I don't lack I don't do slipping
Bro got a gun habit always finger itching
I'm after a head shot when that spin spin hear crasheen
Niggas better duck dive and dasheen
I've moved loads of work with my trap team
Crack rocks and bad b
Scribz came in with a box that smelt like a dead fox
Fuck my mans girl that bitch gives dead top
I give hooker leg then I leg off
Whip that skeng out the coat like Shirley
Feds keep locking my bredrins up but we still tryna do man dirty
Got a box from the plug but this ones peng like Birdie
Wiseman said that I got to move low cah the fed try bird me tryna give me the thirty
But I still put boxes of amm pon road deez feds can't tell me nothin'
Smoke man for my bros dats normal dey ain't gotta ask me nothin'
Try leave man hashtag dead up and live life normal
Dem niggas try run up on me joke ting hit him with a stick like a pool ball
I pick up the skeng den I ride then I think about the jail stuff later
Out here all day on the low, serving food like a waiter
In my 4 door I do the dash
Skeng in the 4 door truck tryna push man forehead back
M 10 holds like 20 bells and it kicks off mad
Watch him buckle and slip when them Luger shells crash through his back
Luger shells crash through his back
I fly O.T with packs
On the M1 smoking the ammi spliff and the head's so fat
I rass down spliffs like a rastaman but I'm a young black Af-
Trap trap man got light and dark in the cling fing wrap, in the cling fing wrapped
Big bells in dat dots
No jingle bells when I bop
On the M1 I got 63 grams in the car man a get that gone
I hit Staines yeah I take mans grub
Take mans car den I take mans gwop
I was outside lurking 'round like a fox
Niggas talking like niggas ain't been shot
Niggas talking like niggas ain't been robbed
Dip man down tryna rest those opps
The song Traumatized by 67 is a bleak and violent portrayal of the daily life of two gang members. The lyrics reveal how the members are traumatized by their experiences and the actions that they take in their gang life. The members express that they do not care about the consequences of their actions, such as being prosecuted by the law or killing their rivals. The members feel that they will not think twice before taking any action that harms others, and they have no regrets.
The song also talks about the brotherly bond between the two members and how they back each other up, even in the most violent situations. The song is an honest, straightforward portrayal of the gang life, its dangers, and its impact on those involved. It depicts a bleak reality of how those in gangs often live their life.
Line by Line Meaning
I couldn't give a fuck what the judge said
I don't care about the legal consequences of my actions
I'm still out pushing work screaming 'fuck feds'
I'm still selling drugs and don't care if the police catch me
And that long nose spinner got enough lead
My gun is loaded and ready to shoot
Nigga mind where you step or get drop dead
Be careful where you walk, or you might get shot
25 in the M and that's a death threat
If I catch you, I'll kill you
Scream 67k and that's enough said to get dead
If you mess with us, we will kill you
Yes I'm mad Liquez and I'm corrupted
I am crazy and willing to do anything to get what I want
I've got a cold heart and a hot head
I'm unemotional but easily angered
I won't think twice I just go get
I act on impulse and don't consider the consequences
I do the mad ting I won't regret
I do crazy things and don't feel remorse
I back my shotty and make you see dead
I shoot my gun and kill people
Just remember that and I mean it
Don't forget what I'm capable of
Original member man can't call me no prospect
I am an important member of my gang
Me and bro always does this
My friend and I always carry out criminal activities
I see him get hit with an object
I witness my friend getting attacked
I dont give a dam I'll bang that mash broad day in public
I'll use my gun in a public place without caring about the consequences
Like what's all the banter for real let man no what's the subject
Tell me what you're really talking about
Man bounce with the gauge yeah I try move sick with it
I carry my gun and try to look cool doing it
When the boss comes in I get a pack and I'm flipping it
When the drugs arrive, I sell them for a profit
Ram man snap we some Pyrex boys they just keep whipping it
We cook crack and sell it, we're experts at it
Don't lack get a mash move sick with it
Don't be unprepared, carry a gun with you
Tr's got packs in Lowes Tooks O.T with bros
My gang has drugs in various locations
LD puts amm on the road gun plays fires off poles
My friend has a gun and uses it to shoot at people
Dim Dimma dat nigga moves low
My friend is secretive about his criminal activities
ASAP's kway in O
My friend is in prison
Free Mloose dats bro
My friend is in prison but I hope he will be released soon
Its real life the opps snaked my bros and they locked all the guys
Our enemies betrayed my gang and helped the police arrest us
Yeah you better think twice
Don't mess with us, think before you do anything
Cah we still on the 6's and we still with the pipes
We're still carrying guns and still active in the area
Yeah they're wet like wipes
Our enemies are weak and ineffective
They say they got theirs and they know I got mines
Our enemies claim to have guns, but they know we're armed too
You can try roll a dice
You can take a chance and try to fight us
But the luck ain't there and the skengs my type
You'll lose the fight and we'll use our guns to kill you
Fuck feds they got my niggas stressin'
We're stressed because the police are targeting us
I fly cunch with a pack and flip it
I go to a different area to sell drugs and make a profit
I'm lurking with a ramsey catch a opp and fish him
I'm carrying a knife and ready to stab our enemies
Muthafucka I don't lack I don't do slipping
I'm always prepared and never make mistakes
Bro got a gun habit always finger itching
My friend is addicted to using his gun
I'm after a head shot when that spin spin hear crasheen
I'm aiming for a kill shot with my gun
Niggas better duck dive and dasheen
You better run and hide if you don't want to get shot
I've moved loads of work with my trap team
We've sold a lot of drugs with our group
Crack rocks and bad b
We sell crack and have many women
Scribz came in with a box that smelt like a dead fox
My friend brought drugs that smelled terrible
Fuck my mans girl that bitch gives dead top
I had sex with my friend's girlfriend
I give hooker leg then I leg off
I have sex with prostitutes and then leave
Whip that skeng out the coat like Shirley
I take out my gun from my coat easily
Feds keep locking my bredrins up but we still tryna do man dirty
The police keep arresting my friends but we're still trying to harm our enemies
Got a box from the plug but this ones peng like Birdie
I got a shipment of drugs that's good quality
Wiseman said that I got to move low cah the fed try bird me tryna give me the thirty
I need to stay hidden because the police are trying to arrest me and potentially give me a 30 year sentence
But I still put boxes of amm pon road deez feds can't tell me nothin'
I still sell guns and don't care if the police try to stop me
Smoke man for my bros dats normal dey ain't gotta ask me nothin'
I kill our enemies for my friends without them asking me to
Try leave man hashtag dead up and live life normal
We want to kill our enemies and then live normally
Dem niggas try run up on me joke ting hit him with a stick like a pool ball
If our enemies try to attack me, I'll hit them with a weapon
I pick up the skeng den I ride then I think about the jail stuff later
I'll use my gun to take revenge and worry about getting caught later
Out here all day on the low, serving food like a waiter
I'm selling drugs all day secretly like serving food at a restaurant
In my 4 door I do the dash
I drive recklessly in my car
Skeng in the 4 door truck tryna push man forehead back
I'm carrying my gun in the car, ready to use it
M 10 holds like 20 bells and it kicks off mad
My gun can hold many bullets and is powerful
Watch him buckle and slip when them Luger shells crash through his back
I shot him and his body falls to the ground
I fly O.T with packs
I go to a different area to sell drugs
On the M1 smoking the ammi spliff and the head's so fat
I'm smoking a large amount of marijuana while driving on the highway
I rass down spliffs like a rastaman but I'm a young black Af-
I smoke marijuana like a stereotypical Rastafarian, but I'm a young black man from Africa
Trap trap man got light and dark in the cling fing wrap, in the cling fing wrapped
I have light and dark drugs wrapped in plastic
Big bells in dat dots
I have large quantities of drugs
No jingle bells when I bop
I don't make noise when I walk, I'm stealthy
On the M1 I got 63 grams in the car man a get that gone
I'm carrying a large amount of drugs and will sell them all
I hit Staines yeah I take mans grub
I go to Staines to steal someone else's drugs to sell
Take mans car den I take mans gwop
I steal someone's car and money
I was outside lurking 'round like a fox
I was outside watching and waiting like a fox
Niggas talking like niggas ain't been shot
Our enemies talk tough even though they have been shot before
Niggas talking like niggas ain't been robbed
Our enemies talk tough even though they have been robbed before
Dip man down tryna rest those opps
I stab our enemies in an attempt to harm them
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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Mustaqim
[Intro: Monkey]
Jump out gang
67
All of that all of that
Come on
Do this normal
[Verse 1: Monkey]
Whipping in this cell I think I'm Gordon Ramsey
Whipping in my gaff, the pyrex come in handy
Bro be coming sandy, 4-4s come in handy
And word to mother's I dont like niggas like brandy
3k and squeeze my niggas very anti
Hella bitches say the gang ain't anti
It ain't a thing the gyally still take off her panty
I'll fuck your bitch and tell a nigga try me (come on)
Thames side living, Loud still billing, hella brothers hella tizzies on the wing yeah we living
On spice your tripping, the rice mans dishing
Bussing jokes in jail yeah free maro yeah I miss him
My bro's the plug in prison, he hit me up and said he got his tizz in
I went to jail I rid a little pigeon, see ID piss they free the fuckin villains
[Verse 2: LD]
Come like trap my religion, see loads of birds no pigeons
I'm on bait shit wacking up opps I go jail and ride them pigeons
Red TG patrolling the 6, board them might lead to the brits
Dont fuck around with my fuck arounds, i got caught for selection of sticks
Next show might buy us a skeng, or hella ding dongs at the pens
We trap so hard in the ends now the chain on my neck cost more than a skeng
You can be on piss or not still get leaned on quick get shot
Still vom let me rob that pot, straight drop man turned that pot
Got nicked feds know that I didn't but I bussed that case good riddance
My guys got thames side locked, I'm north of the trap and we drillin
Got nicked feds know that I didn't but I bussed that case good riddance
My guys got thames side locked, I'm north of the trap and we drillin
[Verse 3: ASAP]
I smash stones out in the nitty's cribs
Ill slap corn straight through your niggas wig
I've got bitches on their knees, sucking my dick
Kings of the 6, 4s in the wiz
Whipping in the sink the waters running quick
I will chef you in your mouth dont give me no lip
Free the guys, they was getting watched serving on the strip
Free M Skeng he dont give a shit
Man smoke opp like ammi spliff
2 bells in the twirl man are cannon him
Niggas know we're lurky so they're panicking
Do a nigga dirty with some savages
[Verse 4: Liquez]
09 to 012 working with shotguns, now its handguns and macs
Niggas keep giving that the talk, you can get your life took like that
Trust me the own is all mad, S got pulled in a cab, cos he had a spin ting in his bag, and the judge just gave S 5
So trust me everthings sad
Done half a year in a cam but now I'm back
Feds wanna give me a bird just cos I'm black
I was in thames side free flow sawing when I got cracked
On site, I'm tryna leave him on his back
On site, I'm tryna put bulley in a bag
And if you know liquez then you know I'm mad
On site, I'm tryna leave him on his back
On site, I'm tryna put bulley in a bag
[Verse 5: Dimzy]
Mans on knifing and mans on drills mans on trappin man got skills
G money got guap like tesco tills, pengtings wanna lurk on Brixton Hill
Wiggie got life for a 1 shot kill, 24 years and they hit him up still
I could do work with a stainless steel, knife work make him buckle like a girl wearing heels
In the 44s in the 4 doors let's lurk
Chunky stones make em twerk
Hit em up and do the swerve
I was up in the bando, told mum I'm doing work
Track suits and bank rolls, I've got peng lizzie peng dirt
For the gals can't twerk, I like brown skin girls, I got work
Everyday a man works, put my kicks on let's lurk
Ten toes on the opp block, hit his face hit his shirt
He won't put his face on a shirt, free squeezy dum mashed the works
Allistair Missentoe
Big up LD big inspiration he made me want do level 1 photography at college
Shaun
I'm dead 😹😹
Hashim Majeed
😂😂😂😂😂
YUUUM MI
White boy brings the banter 🔥 🔥 🔥
LoopyK
😂😂😂😂
Nilantic Epecto
6 year anniversary for this legendary track
Mop Head
Painting pictures with their lyrics 💯 pure talent
RHINONORF
Turn up your speakers at the start when that beat drops 🔥🔥🔥 Big Up Mun Roe on the production #Heavyyy
Malik Visual
THESE GUYS ARE KILLING IT!
calwys
This goes hard💯💯 Big Up 67