Scene - J Hus

In and out of rentals

Two bedroom apartment

2−2 jibs on my expensive garment

Keep a stick in the uni boy’s basement

Any altercation

Business 'ffiliation

Money conversation

Build a foundation

This ain’t no street gang, bitch this a mafia

Linking up in traffic with a drug trafficker

Mash in the car cause a massacre

Don’t make me cause a scene

Rudeboy, I’ll clap you in your bean

Get away, get away clean

Long time, where you been?

I’ve been tryna find the machine

Everything ain’t really what it seem

Don’t make me cause a scene

Rudeboy, I’ll clap you in your bean

Get away, get away clean

Long time, where you been?

I’ve been tryna find the machine

Everything ain’t really what it seem

JuJu J in your face

Touching my waist

Spray up the place

And spray again just in case

Tried to play nice guy, that shit don’t work

Mashing work

The mash works

Had to go berserk

Had to divert

I rob and I jerk

I camp and I lurk

Linked up with the Turks

Get merked from the Merc

If I reach in my pouch I’m on dirts

His last words were, «ouch that hurts»

You can’t relate I’m talking broad day bait

One man escaped then we blammed up his mate

Straight

All the bread I had to break for my bredrin’s sake

All my niggas in the can I just pray and I wait

Had a dream that my nigga, Pitch broke out

Girl get dicked down and get choked out

Keep screwing 'till your eyes get poked out

Don’t make me cause a scene

Rudeboy, I’ll clap you in your bean

Get away, get away clean

Long time, where you been?

I’ve been tryna find the machine

Everything ain’t really what it seem

Don’t make me cause a scene

Rudeboy, I’ll clap you in your bean

Get away, get away clean

Long time, where you been?

I’ve been tryna find the machine

Everything ain’t really what it seem

Twenty bells, twenty bells, twenty bells when we drift by

The specs are a disguise

I don’t like this guy

I closing my left eye

They think I’m winking but I’m aiming

Block invasion

I don’t say Nathan

They making allegations

My creps alligator

No explanation for my bad behaviour

Your whole block baking, find a block that’s safer

What’s a reputation?

Wig him in the elevator (fuck your rep)

Pure greaze coming through your speaker

I’m a clapper not a speaker

Ashed out my zoot with my Valentino sneaker

Local slanger

Neighbourhood dealer

E15 banger

Me and shank man, creeper

It only gets deeper

I’m a Laker

You’re a leaguer

How you make a song with a opps and ask me for a feature?

Look at this opper

Look at this creature

Imma do it proper

Somebody had to teach ‘em

This whole year is pull up season

Every disco, every fashion show, every barbecue we deyah

We taking all their food, in fact they are the food

Feed them to the fucking hyenas

Don’t make me cause a scene

Rudeboy, I’ll clap you in your bean

Get away, get away clean

Long time, where you been?

I’ve been tryna find the machine

Everything ain’t really what it seem

Don’t make me cause a scene

Rudeboy, I’ll clap you in your bean

Get away, get away clean

Long time, where you been?

I’ve been tryna find the machine

Everything ain’t really what it seem

Don’t make me cause a scene

Don’t make me cause a scene

Don’t make me cause a scene

Don’t make me cause a scene