P-R-O-D
Straight outta Belfast and we're bringing the boys
I got Luke on the beat and we're ringing the noise
North, west, south and east
I've reds, blues, orange, and greens
And the Woodvale Old Park GCBS
Screaming skulls in the SRD
Cunts on the west, Pole, Glast' and Twinbrook
Cunts down, never see me spinnin' the wheels
Ain't no cunts can do what we do
And I got these cunts all under one roof
You ain't no cop and you ain't no rot
And your van they don't smell and you're all good
No PG unless it's pure green
Blowin' up balloons, bombin' MD
You ain't carry your 3 IG's a P
Keep her lit, ye cunt ye
Shankill baby, on the fucking map
You wanna thank me baby, 'mon suck my cock
From the road, the Ardoyne, all I come up while I do
Is just blow our load and get a load of coin
Drink port, joint rolled, lane racked, you know the score
Straight outta Belfast, the best in the land
The Spence fella, what the fuck are you'se at?
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This Spence fella
Straight outta Belfast, the fucking best on the land under G-O-D
Ain't no cunts can do what we do
Red and blue, orange and green, we come as one
And we run the country, ye cunt ye
P-R-O-D, T-A-I-G, I don't give a fuck who you are
As long as you've heart and you keep it a G
Get your money, feed your family, and you're sweet with me
I am who I am, but I've love for cunts on both sides of the wall
Together we stand, divided we fall
Ain't no cunts come close
'Cause we're the realest cunts that live under god
Cunts hate us 'cause they never made us, you can't break us
You'll not beat us, and you'll never fuckin' replace us
24/7, 365, lit to the fuckin' board
Welcome to heaven, that's us
And aye, this is what we're fuckin' livin' for
Different colours, different flags
Livin' off the same drug, addicted to the same high
Feelin' the same love, bleedin' the same blood
Two becomes one mum, we'll rule the fuckin' world, son
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There ain't no fuckin' cunts like us
'Cause there ain't no fuckin' cunts like us
Straight outta Belfast
Red and blue, orange and green
Led by the Spence fella
Runnin' the fuckin' world
P-R-O-D
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Drink port, joint rolled, lines sniffed
You know the score
Day and night, it is right
Seven days of the fuckin' week
Straight outta Belfast, ye cunt ye