[ntro]
DJ T-Storm
Peckham streets ain't no play ground
Hmm ,hmm
[Chorus]
Out in the ends, it's a battlefield, blades drawn,
Yardy boys lurking, peep the horns.
Rivals in the dark, no time for peace,
In the south where the man dem never cease.
Knife wars, blood on the streets, we play it tough,
Peckham, where the grind's always rough.
Top boys on the move, running ting like kings,
South London anthem, hear the streets sing.
[Verse 1]
Rollin' with the shank, got my back, no slack,
Peckham to Brixton, they know we never lack.
Yardy boys move silent, shadows in the night,
On sight, we settle scores, never take flight.
Got the mash stashed, ready for the heat,
On the block, it's real talk, no retreat.
Opps tryna test, but they fold in the clash,
Peckham dons, we run the cash.
[Chorus]
Out in the ends, it's a battlefield, blades drawn,
Yardy boys lurking, peep the horns.
Rivals in the dark, no time for peace,
In the south where the man dem never cease.
Knife wars, blood on the streets, we play it tough,
Peckham, where the grind's always rough.
Top boys on the move, running ting like kings,
South London anthem, hear the streets sing.
[Verse 2]
Yardy boys got the connect, ting from overseas,
One call, the food's in, stack it up with ease.
Ballys on, can't see our face, we move swift,
Opp blocks trembling, we got the gift.
This life's a jungle, only the strong survive,
Shanks and mash, that's how we thrive.
Top boy status, Pecknarm's pride,
Cross us, it's peak, no place to hide.
[Chorus]
Out in the ends, it's a battlefield, blades drawn,
Yardy boys lurking, peep the horns.
Rivals in the dark, no time for peace,
In the south where the man dem never cease.
Knife wars, blood on the streets, we play it tough,
Peckham, where the grind's always rough.
Top boys on the move, running ting like kings,
South London anthem, hear the streets sing.
[Verse 3]
From gyal in the flats to the dons in the yards,
Respect in the streets, earned through scars.
Knife game serious, every cut's a tale,
In this Peckham story, we never fail.
Glock tucked, but the shank's the real tool,
In the streets, it's survival, the only school.
Drillers stay ready, never sleep on the game,
Peckham boys, forever in the Hall of Fame.
[Chorus]
Out in the ends, it's a battlefield, blades drawn,
Yardy boys lurking, peep the horns.
Rivals in the dark, no time for peace,
In the south where the man dem never cease.
Knife wars, blood on the streets, we play it tough,
Peckham, where the grind's always rough.
Top boys on the move, running ting like kings,
South London anthem, hear the streets sing.
DJ T-Storm - Peckham’s War Lyrics
DJ T-Storm - Peckham’s War Lyrics
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English
[ntro]
DJ T-Storm
Peckham streets ain't no play ground
Hmm ,hmm
[Chorus]
Out in the ends, it's a battlefield, blades drawn,
Yardy boys lurking, peep the horns.
Rivals in the dark, no time for peace,
In the south where the man dem never cease.
Knife wars, blood on the streets, we play it tough,
Peckham, where the grind's always rough.
Top boys on the move, running ting like kings,
South London anthem, hear the streets sing.
[Verse 1]
Rollin' with the shank, got my back, no slack,
Peckham to Brixton, they know we never lack.
Yardy boys move silent, shadows in the night,
On sight, we settle scores, never take flight.
Got the mash stashed, ready for the heat,
On the block, it's real talk, no retreat.
Opps tryna test, but they fold in the clash,
Peckham dons, we run the cash.
[Chorus]
Out in the ends, it's a battlefield, blades drawn,
Yardy boys lurking, peep the horns.
Rivals in the dark, no time for peace,
In the south where the man dem never cease.
Knife wars, blood on the streets, we play it tough,
Peckham, where the grind's always rough.
Top boys on the move, running ting like kings,
South London anthem, hear the streets sing.
[Verse 2]
Yardy boys got the connect, ting from overseas,
One call, the food's in, stack it up with ease.
Ballys on, can't see our face, we move swift,
Opp blocks trembling, we got the gift.
This life's a jungle, only the strong survive,
Shanks and mash, that's how we thrive.
Top boy status, Pecknarm's pride,
Cross us, it's peak, no place to hide.
[Chorus]
Out in the ends, it's a battlefield, blades drawn,
Yardy boys lurking, peep the horns.
Rivals in the dark, no time for peace,
In the south where the man dem never cease.
Knife wars, blood on the streets, we play it tough,
Peckham, where the grind's always rough.
Top boys on the move, running ting like kings,
South London anthem, hear the streets sing.
[Verse 3]
From gyal in the flats to the dons in the yards,
Respect in the streets, earned through scars.
Knife game serious, every cut's a tale,
In this Peckham story, we never fail.
Glock tucked, but the shank's the real tool,
In the streets, it's survival, the only school.
Drillers stay ready, never sleep on the game,
Peckham boys, forever in the Hall of Fame.
[Chorus]
Out in the ends, it's a battlefield, blades drawn,
Yardy boys lurking, peep the horns.
Rivals in the dark, no time for peace,
In the south where the man dem never cease.
Knife wars, blood on the streets, we play it tough,
Peckham, where the grind's always rough.
Top boys on the move, running ting like kings,
South London anthem, hear the streets sing.
DJ T-Storm
Peckham streets ain't no play ground
Hmm ,hmm
[Chorus]
Out in the ends, it's a battlefield, blades drawn,
Yardy boys lurking, peep the horns.
Rivals in the dark, no time for peace,
In the south where the man dem never cease.
Knife wars, blood on the streets, we play it tough,
Peckham, where the grind's always rough.
Top boys on the move, running ting like kings,
South London anthem, hear the streets sing.
[Verse 1]
Rollin' with the shank, got my back, no slack,
Peckham to Brixton, they know we never lack.
Yardy boys move silent, shadows in the night,
On sight, we settle scores, never take flight.
Got the mash stashed, ready for the heat,
On the block, it's real talk, no retreat.
Opps tryna test, but they fold in the clash,
Peckham dons, we run the cash.
[Chorus]
Out in the ends, it's a battlefield, blades drawn,
Yardy boys lurking, peep the horns.
Rivals in the dark, no time for peace,
In the south where the man dem never cease.
Knife wars, blood on the streets, we play it tough,
Peckham, where the grind's always rough.
Top boys on the move, running ting like kings,
South London anthem, hear the streets sing.
[Verse 2]
Yardy boys got the connect, ting from overseas,
One call, the food's in, stack it up with ease.
Ballys on, can't see our face, we move swift,
Opp blocks trembling, we got the gift.
This life's a jungle, only the strong survive,
Shanks and mash, that's how we thrive.
Top boy status, Pecknarm's pride,
Cross us, it's peak, no place to hide.
[Chorus]
Out in the ends, it's a battlefield, blades drawn,
Yardy boys lurking, peep the horns.
Rivals in the dark, no time for peace,
In the south where the man dem never cease.
Knife wars, blood on the streets, we play it tough,
Peckham, where the grind's always rough.
Top boys on the move, running ting like kings,
South London anthem, hear the streets sing.
[Verse 3]
From gyal in the flats to the dons in the yards,
Respect in the streets, earned through scars.
Knife game serious, every cut's a tale,
In this Peckham story, we never fail.
Glock tucked, but the shank's the real tool,
In the streets, it's survival, the only school.
Drillers stay ready, never sleep on the game,
Peckham boys, forever in the Hall of Fame.
[Chorus]
Out in the ends, it's a battlefield, blades drawn,
Yardy boys lurking, peep the horns.
Rivals in the dark, no time for peace,
In the south where the man dem never cease.
Knife wars, blood on the streets, we play it tough,
Peckham, where the grind's always rough.
Top boys on the move, running ting like kings,
South London anthem, hear the streets sing.
Writer: Tom von Sturm
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC