"Oi! Police, stay where you are!" "Oh fuck, bruv, it's the Five-O!" "Shit, bruv, chuck the zoot, stash the diesel!" "Fuck, shit, it's the fuckin' feds bro, quick, fuckin' leg it man!" Quick — leg it! Blue lights flash, mandem already exit. Diesel fumes in the air, you can smell it, Feds on route so we ghost—man shell it. Quick — leg it! Chuck that zoot, that ten bag—man can't risk it. Five-O spin that block, don’t tempt it, Mandem vanish like we never even bred it. Hear sirens blare, that low-freq rumble, Courtyard packed, whole ends in a bundle. Mandem laughing, gyaldem crumble, Them blue lights flash and the vibe starts to tumble. "Yo run!" — heartbeat stutter, Back gate rusted, but still we flutter. Skrrt in the stairs, man ghost like butter, Lift too slow so we dash in the gutter. Diesel blaze had the courtyard steamin’, Whole block reeks like mandem dreamin’. Someone shouts "Feds!" — next thing screamin’, Feet hit pavement, souls start leavin’. Cut through flats, manoeuvre the maze, Estate corridors like a bad man phase. Every man darts in a hundred ways, Feds too slow for the council strays. Quick — leg it! Blue lights flash, mandem already exit. Diesel fumes in the air, you can smell it, Feds on route so we ghost—man shell it. Quick — leg it! Chuck that zoot, that ten bag—man can't risk it. Five-O spin that block, don’t tempt it, Mandem vanish like we never even bred it. Jump that fence with the quick-step angle, Hood up tight, can’t risk no tangle. Diesel smoke swirl like a midnight candle, Feds on comms tryna track the channel. "South stairwell!" — echo in the flats, Dogs in the van tryna smell our packs. Mandem split like the council cracks, Heartbeat drum like speed-garage claps. Up three floors, dash through a landing, Kick one door—bare gyaldem standing. "Move fam!" — sorry, not with the manding, Back route open, adrenaline expanding. Feds get close, hear boots all clanging, Metal on stone like death bells banging. But we too slick—no time for hanging, Gone in the dark and the block still ganging. Shadows move… Diesel fumes… Blue lights paint the estate in blues… One wrong step and your life gets used… So QUICK — MOVE — RUN — CHOOSE — Every path’s live when you dodge those crews. Quick — leg it! Blue lights flash, mandem already exit. Diesel fumes in the air, you can smell it, Feds on route so we ghost—man shell it. Quick — leg it! Chuck that zoot, that ten bag—man can't risk it. Five-O spin that block, don’t tempt it, Mandem vanish like we never even bred it. Feet still pounding, heart still gunnin’, Five-O late — whole block still runnin’. Down that alley where the weed keep tumblin’, We hide that pack where the drains keep glummin’. Walk out slow like nuttin’ went down, Diesel scent still stuck in the town. Estate stay hot when the feds come round— But mandem quick, so we never get found. Red light, blue light Next time lights hit? We don’t think — we don’t chat — We just shout: "QUICK — LEG IT!"
