Scene Lyrics - 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 'ffilation 

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 

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Don't make me cause 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 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 

Photos 

Ju Ju 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 

They 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 date 

One man escaped then we blamed 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 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 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 bloke 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 leaker 

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 her 

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 

Freedom to the fucking hyenas 

Don't make me cause 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 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