On Our Way to Mars
The C.R.S. Players Lyrics

Brigades
Let's go and do what we do best

Rah, It's BKay, you know
Hey, it's me BKay, representing our gang

Everyone hates on gang, but
People don't like our group, but it doesn't matter

It's nothin', my G
It's not a big deal, my friend

We do this our way
We do things the way we want to

White tee red like Mane (Mane), or left foot shots like Sane (Sane)
We wear white t-shirts, some have red stains like blood, and some of us kick with our left foot like Raheem Sterling

I was doin' up 'Anything opp get touched' and we locked off that party (Lock off)
I was ready to fight anyone who opposed us and we stopped the party

We keep it squaded like an army, heartbeats drop when we jump out car seats (Car seats)
We stick together like soldiers, and people are intimidated when we quickly leave our car

Me and TA don't ram no more, the trap ting starts with the SIM card (With the SIM card)
Me and my friend TA don't drive recklessly anymore, and our illegal activity begins with using our phones

Don't watch my ting, man's been hard (Uh)
Don't criticize what I do, I've been through tough times

There's opps inside? Now, I think fast (Think)
If our enemies are around, I react quickly

Do it how I done it with Slim that day, 'cah know my guy no thinker (No)
I act like how I did it with my friend Slim, because he's not hesitant

Do it like elephant, opp block Milly Rock like I'm Lingard (Lingard)
Do it slowly and powerfully, because our enemies are imitating our moves like soccer player Jesse Lingard

You ain't ever seen two opps and then see one and then see none, fuck that shit, full stop, they run
Our enemies disappear quickly when they see us, and they're cowards

You ain't ever seen no sawn-off pump (No, you ain't)
Our weapons are not small or weak

I get 'round for my bro, that's blud
I will do anything for my friend, that's my brother

Everyone hates on the Lower Tulse tug (On the tug)
Everyone criticizes our gang from Lower Tulse Hill

We do things in the ride, it's nuts, and don't say nothin' (Sh, shh), we keep mouth shut
We do our illegal activity in the car, and we stay quiet about it

I got love for my bro MA, S, Rambz, Breeze, TA (My brothers)
I love and appreciate my friends who stand with me, MA, S, Rambz, Breeze, and TA

In the same old shitty estate where bands are made, fuck the jakes (Fuck 'em)
We live in the same poor neighborhood where we make money illegally, and we hate the police

It was us man doin' up things, on streets, every opp block, every day (Of course)
We are the ones causing trouble and fighting on the streets, every time we encounter our enemies

You know who ballied out at my face? In and out, that's a perfect stain (Perfect)
You know who fought me and left a mark on me? It was quick and a perfect hit

And I do this ting with a passion (Passion), I done took L's, subtraction
I love this lifestyle and what I do, but I've lost occasionally

I don't do bougie, bitch, I ain't cattin' (Fuck off)
I don't pretend to be sophisticated, I won't fake it

I've heard opps in the ends from bro-bro quick, and response is rapid (Rapid)
My friends tell me when they hear about enemies nearby, and we react quickly

We done some things in the Lambeth map, Trident called man 'Assassin' (Shit)
We committed crimes in the neighborhood of Lambeth, and the police nicknamed us 'Assassin'

We got shotgun bells like Plankton (Plankton), they're Vybz, but it's nothin' like Kartel
Our weapons sound like shotgun shells, like the cartoon character Plankton, and they're powerful but not as famous as Kartel's music

Let's see who's the last man standin' (Who?), free MJ off the landin' (Free MJ)
Let's determine who will be the last to survive, and I want MJ to be released from jail

Rambzy, OT bankin', she was like 'C, how you come so sweet?' Just enter the shop 'cah we ain't on rampin' (Uh)
My friend Rambzy is making money out of town, and a girl flirted with me asking how I look so good. I'm going to a store because it's more profitable than just hanging out

Nah, B, we ain't actin' (No), it's more than an LT gang ting (LTH)
We're not pretending, it's more than just being a part of the Lower Tulse Hill gang

Spinners, dots, out on the block, more time man's vampin' (Vampin')
Our bullets fly and hit our enemies randomly, while we stand and watch

Skid and skrr on the backroads, bro ain't the type to sit down in traffic (Never)
We drive recklessly on the side roads, and my friend won't wait in traffic

I've heard man shout then get shut down like the shutters, bro-bro slapped it (Bow), get gone like magic
I know a guy who talked tough and got beaten badly, my friend made him disappear quickly

Put 5 in your back like Pjanić (Pjanić)
I'll shoot you in the back with five bullets, like soccer player Miralem Pjanić who wears jersey number 5