Zino Always Said - Nines, Crime Scene Boyz

When I go to church I’m strapped, when I go say hi to ma I’m strapped,

when I go by pampers I’m strapped

That’s the way it is.

Why is it?

For my dead homie.

I just lost a homie the

other day man you know

Sometimes I I don’t really know what to say, you know I don’t even know how to

go by and say hey hey hey this dealing, I’m sorry what happened

Freedom or jail, shoot to kill, while I’m squeezing the shell

Came to the club alone I’ll probably leave with your girl

When I was putting weed on the scale, you niggas was watching Kenan and Kel,

My nigga T in the cell reading his mail

I got the gun under the leather jacket, and if I pull it out I’ll leave more

holes in you than a tennis racket

I used to be bummy now I’m fly, them niggas drop dimes, I’m throwing money in

the sky

Grey Goose and the Henny got me tipsy, my buds green and fluffy like the

Teletubby Dipsy

It’s got me thinking with a cloudy mind, Coming through with four rings like

the Audi sign

Me and Cash got them Feds looking for the main stash

Me and Keyz the modern day Jay-z and Dam Dash

All about the money, I love scrillah, MC slash Drug Deala

Got the tints in the whip, Put the Clip in the stick, gloves hoody and shit,

yeah I’m fully equipped

Bout to drive round town start bullying and shit

Bout to turn on heat with the 40 I grip

Bout to make shit peak on the streets that we’re living in

Even though the odds look bad I ain’t giving in

I ain’t giving up, Hard times come but I ain’t living bruk

, You shoulda known me better than that

And if I catch a nigga slipping and I’m peppering that

Lights out, White Sheet, Body Bag, it’s a wrap

They ain’t fucking the Skrapz

Keep trying to tell the young lil cats that they shouldn’t try follow my tracks

Meanwhile I’m on the roads tryna build up my stacks

I ain’t trying to get slumped in my whip like Pac

So I’m holding my strap

And if a nigga gets close, whip it out, let it off, make his body collapse

Mi nuh buy gun fi show, my gun will blow, go toe to toe, paigan dem fi know,

them got crazy bullet

Finger squeeze on the trigger, in the fray some bullet, nah nah

Yeah gun banging, Church’s man jamming, Fi tek mi life bare gun planning

Coulda red, coulda blue bandana

Crime scene, yo rifle man slammin'

See them runnin' a runnin', true me comin' a comin'

With some long gun yo for the dummy a dummy

Shot in the face, Fill that bwoy tummy 'tummy

Who dem ah ramp with, taking cash money me money

Me a crimescene, dunkno me seen it, dun lived the life, some boy them a dreaming

Never bust my gun and never mean it, every time I close my eyes I see Zino

every minute

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

Dope

For once I can think, how the mac will sing

I ain’t thinking la la la, I’m think bullets echoing

Travelling faster than a train, lift you higher than a plane

For my niggas and my dead homies I will blow his brain

Shake cook dirty face, niggas know the way I flow

Shake cook cocaine, road to the fucking bot

Niggas tryna chat shit, show em I’m in a different zone

Fuck that!

I get it poppin' anywhere the fuck I go

Lord knows, he will end up ghost by the minute

No Popeye eating spinach, cos firms as many digits

In the row, one after the other, bullets in his soul

He should’ve know, I don’t play if you come around Church Road

We be bare strong, shuffling burn crop, Earn dope, Keep that money flow

I ain’t stopping til my faith blow up, sky high, I want the whole world to

fucking know us

Crimescene, yellow tape, Hold my niggas

Come up in the strip, a little pan in the stick

Gang bang with the gang, with that extra clip

I got love for the bloods, I got love for the crips

I love fucking that gangsta bitch

And I love to discharge, from the small to the large

See a couple of them things in my uncle’s garage

Like Cash I’m protecting the yard

You can get it like Supas T if you wanna go hard

Couple of these chicks yeah I had to bone

Wouldn’t leave me alone, they even follow me home

If their man found out then it’s likely on

I already know the boyfriend don’t like Leon

So what if it might be on

Rolling in the rental, ride for long

And I ain’t even on the badman ting

But I beat gunshots on a pagan’s skin

I’m riding my pistol, yes I pissed now

And I just fully loaded, and Imma get down

Me got a 40 in me waist

Look nah You’ll eyeball bullets in your face

Yo Cash Money, boy rides the AK with the whips

Banana clips with all extension clips

Boy dead quick, head fly without Visa

Bolt in my stray with Lisa

So what’s popping?

No, not that Church Road feds are clocking

They want to know where we go about shopping

Sun til early 10, so they parking

Like they wanna come with body wagon

That’s the burden rolling with bad gangs

Nobody can see them again

With no beg friend, money making to the end

Going out to wally gate with them

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

Alright say no more

I spit crack, and every bar is war

All my fiends are fantastic, they want four

I need to get rich, I don’t want to be poor

The youngers got the block, like IKEA they slam drawers

Mum said standing on block ain’t a good cause

But I ain’t trying to do this forever, I’m trying to open doors

Cash rules everything, I don’t want to break the law

But the block makes more sales than boats on a seashore

Are you listening?

I spit crack, Man I get it in

Don’t take it lightly if you see my niggas pedalling

The macs gone, but I got AKs that will melt your skin

Shell spitting out, it’s knocking bodies let me in

On the real I swear down it’s political

Not the guy from Bridge with designs but your Kritikal

Should’ve known better than talking bull

Now you got your frame all open like Kermit in Paid in Full

This is the live some of us have gladly chosen

This is the live some of us have sadly grown in

I’m sorry to say but some of them won’t live to see their old age

It’s gone pear shaped in this road rage

Now it’s postcode days

Mind your colours, and watch out for the shit that your clothes say

This whole game is messed up I tell you

For a new identity, niggas will sell you

Out to the popoWatch how you move

There’s no rats in my dojo

No grass around my house, so there’s no snakes when I go home

But still I sleep lightly

You know I don’t know what it might be

Like tomorrow, you know in the end people like to follow

Having evilish thoughts, you can see through a man

But you can’t see from his heart, no love streets for a while

Now we can’t even dance, Migraine skanking

Somebody in the rave will have your migraine shanked in

Flying up the country, with the food in my crutch

Super doing 140, gassing on the clutch

6 months back my nigga Nines had the palace

Switching up chicks plus weighing up cabbage

You can bring me anywhere

Imma be the same Fatz, I stay strapped, and bun a nigga A-SAP

I’m feeling like Bishop at the roof

Thinking who could I trust, I’m telling you the truth

So I’m stack on the Queen, gripping the machine

Fully automatic, you should see the magazine

Fire on the lean, straight crack that I’m spitting

Most can’t adapt to the life that I’m living

Guns near the dash, moneys in the stash

No time for girls, I fell in love with cash

If I could change my life, I wouldn’t change nothin'

Trying to make a mill before I’m lying in my coffin

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

Mino, Crimescene, you know, boy ain’t leaving

Shots hitting his chest make him breathing

The whole season, yeah my niggas are grimey

Nothing like electricians when lock off your light

Bout to hit him in the head, couple of breadwin beside

If the prick tied up, like the red in the tie

My niggas are full breeds, with no force

Take it back to the blades, give him the blowtorch

You can say I hate a nigga, it’ll be bare smart

I be putting in work, like the air force

And if you air talk, this is straight talk

Mac will be resting on your brain like some weird thought

I’m big in to this, I big in to this

You can ask about me I’m a big artist

I couldn’t really care for who talks the hardest

It all sounds garbage, I spit retard sh*t

Niggas look and stare how my chain glow

Cos I’m from a place that’s got guns like Saints Row

You can get your wig caught back like a cainrow

No mortal kombat but shit can get fatal

I never claimed to be an angel

I done a lot of dirt, I’ve shot a lot of work

I rid out with the stralley, hit the stralley in the dirt

And all now I couldn’t really tell you was it worth

But now I know my purpose since birth

Imma make it big before a nigga leave this earth

I’ve seen the highs and lows and even worse

I’m too grown now to be fighting over turf

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away