Risk It All (Remix) lyrics

by

Jordan (UK)


(Dogs barking)
[Jordan]
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And free Kane, went to war for my brother
And if I die, give it all to my mother
Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter
My mum's schizophrenic, course I'm a nutter
Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer
And in jail I went to war with my cutter
Think I changed my life, you don't know mine
Just after my fire in the booth, I tried to smoke guys
Do or dies, I ain't stopping at no lights
Ask [?], bro's seen it with his own eyes
Ran out, I was with straps
I whipped out, blow mine
July twenty-one, strapped up most nights
f*ck rappers, bro they ain't got no stripes
Most my friends killers and that's no lies
Half sеven door cracked, cuffed up, bags packеd
Seen guys die off knife attacks
Seen fiends die off of spice attacks
Body popping on the landing
Like Michael Jack's
Took his last breath then the guy collapsed
I watched the screws just stand by and laugh
sh*t sent shivers down my spine and back
I get flashback visions locked inside my pad
[AyT]
My mum struggled with two crazy sons
It was ag, burts, boot offs and blazing guns
Taking funds, tally up at his baby mom's
There's no rules to this sh*t
Cause we was raised in slums
It's crazy and we was doing robberies daily
I treat you like my own son
How the f*ck could you snake me?
We used to do all nighters topping and tailing
Now anytime I see him I'm trying to f*cking blaze it
Ah, trust you don't know about pain
I had to deal with that sh*t in the coldest ways
Anytime that I stepped, my mum hoped and prayed
That her son made it home and they get blown away
So when it's war time brother man'll roll for days
Tryna smoke an opp fast and put holes in brains
I get the job done and that's no complaints
Moving rags in a hyper with some stolen plates

[C3six]
I held my brother in my arms
Tell him tell his mum he love her
Blood stains on my jumper
And that pain it don't forget
Too many laid to rest
Under pressure and then stressed
I was raised in North West
Liverpool I stay blessed
Pricks lying, kids dying
Got me thinking, who's next?
Bullets flying, mothers crying
Acting up, evoke death
That's why I'm smoking to my chest
Cause the feeling never left
When I seen my brother bleeding for no reason
I was vexed
Man I wish we freed him
If you ever try and step
Then the birdie got to squeeze him
When I put it to the test
I couldn't leave him, couldn't put this sh*t to rest
Should have really risked my freedom for my brother
No less
Should have really got a squeeze and put it to the test
Couldn't leave my brother bleeding
Nah, my brother never left
[Tal Greazy]
f*ck rap i'd go to war with my brother
Copped a thirty-eight cause I was born in the gutter
Hard times, yeah we all had to suffer
Now I get bread and I spread it with the butter
Spread it with my n*ggas
Still pressing on triggers
Running in traps, pushing them packs
More times I got it on me
Cause I can't afford to lack
Amount of times I let it slap
This ain't no rap cap
Sometimes I think f*ck rap
Grab my ting and I really 'gon clutch that
I run enough traps
They phone my phone and they never get no grub back
It's really just the hood, cause I'm really just a good lad
But I gotta feed the fam'
Them boys are liars, I call them man Peter Pan
My young Gs got it on him and I'll squeeze for man
No holiday, but you might feel a tan

[Jordan - Hook]
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And free Kane, went to war for my brother
And if I die, give it all to my mother
Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter
My mum's schizophrenic, course I'm a nutter
Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer
And in jail I went to war with my cutter
[Benny Banks]
Been there and done that
I still got the t-shirt
Just a mile in my shoes
It'd make your little feet hurt
Life's like a movie I ain't get to rehearse
Hungry and I'm eating until my crooked teeth hurt
My little brother caught life
Before he got to live it
Now he's past my size, posted up in prison
I just feel ashamed that I ain't been to visit
I have to know he listens, hope he knows I miss him
Hating us brothers, how you find the time?
Ride or die, straight up I ride for life
Still ain't got no nine to five
I'm still on a grind for mine
But before I found the bag
I had to find my mind
I write a sixteen on my toilet sh*tting
I ain't ever bust a gun or ever been to prison
Benny stand out, I don't need to fit in
I just came to cut a cheque, then I'm going missing

[KDon]
Do it mask on or mask off
Me and pound dreams in this bando
Turn this nine into crack rocks
All i know is druggings, spinners
Dingers and black Glocks
Straight up out the trenches
They only know me cause of rap songs
I rap dons, we crashed opps
On that ring road, get the smack gone
Owe it all to this sim and phone
That's why I give it all, give it all
When my n*ggas home
On site war little pus*y on the main road
Jail-house living tin of tuna and my bowl of oats
If you're running reckless on these streets
You gotta keep a pole
Scalabudy want me locked and opps
Wanna take my soul
So we're in the bandos with druggings
So I sleep rain or smoke
Stood up on that corner as a youngen
I don't wanna go home
Sit up in that cemetery in the morning
I don't wanna go home
RIP my brothers in the ground
For you I'll let it go
Stuck in this cycle
This sh*t's like a merry go

[Louis Rei]
I risk it all for my brother, f*ck rap
I still love my baby mother, no cap
I'm from the city where the skinny n*ggas ride
And that forty-five kicking
Like that n*gga on back
I'm a problem you don't even want that
Only link with the bosses who got their cities on smash
Yeah, I had that style and pattern
But I'm mixed race, my white size style and panash
Yeah, blud you bleed how can I be frightened of man?
Can't violate us, too violent for that
Real life goals, got strikers for that
I walk that thin line between nice and attack
I'm just chillin' like a villain
Bit i'm vibing and that
But if you take it there it's right back to that

[Meany]
About you trappin' from a bando what a bag of lies
You ain't really on sh*t you just rap like Yiannimize
The pen is mightier than the sword
I put a Biro through your eyeball
As you hold a pair of Samurais
Stop thinking that them man are wise and analyse
How they ain't even living what they glamorise
So what you telling me?
I put money on your head but they'll clap you voluntarily
Did your sket mention I can get you white, brown, cream, green
f*ck the plug, I'm basically the extension
Glad i never took that end grow off of your bredrin
Cos I'd be sitting on the wing
Like a jet's engine
Tell them boys they don't want to write a bar for me
They'll end up in boots and I ain't talking 'bout the pharmacy
Cause if I go to jail and you die
We'll both end up as an article on Scarcity

[Jordan - Hook]
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And free Kane, went to war for my brother
And if I die, give it all to my mother
Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter
My mum's schizophrenic, course I'm a nutter
Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer
And in jail I went to war with my cutter

[Mic Righteous]
Yeah f*ck rap bro, I'm back only chat to the sc*mbags
Daddy done smack, should have stayed in his nutsack
(hahaha, mad)
Had a psychopathic mother and she made me a punch bag (mad)
As dark as it seems, it's part of the reason I bark like a demon
At half of the scene
And go half at the scores so it's hard to perceive it
Cause half of you artists aren't even killers
I'm calm when I speak but scream when I'm barring
And even when I'm barking I mean it
Part of my genes, when they ask you who the hardest is
The answer is me
You can hate me, you can slate me but you can't disagree
I got a couple of kunckle dusters
You can argue with these
Ten years deep
Still starving like I'm fasting for Eid
I'm still a c*nt, guess you are what you eat
Heart on my sleeve, I'll never need a marketing team
The game will never be the same again after I leave

[Nubreed]
No dad, no brother, just Steven
No gash, just mother in pieces
No cash, just suffering creatures
Nothing but scraps in the cupboards and freezers
This gaff, just nutters and beatings
Flashbacks, time when I couldn't see Jesus
Run it up deeper
Only pain in the track and that's what you call blood in the speakers
Claret on the walls and the carpet
House looking like Arkham Asylum
Screams for the halls in the darkness
Something like parts of The Shining
Raised in the madness, games in the sand pits
And legs on the canting
And grazes and grafting
All change, but my faith stays active
Risking it all for the cross and the captives

[Jordan - Hook]
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And free Kane, went to war for my brother
And if I die, give it all to my mother
Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter
My mum's schizophrenic, course I'm a nutter
Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer
And in jail I went to war with my cutter
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