Untitled Song
• Written by Kimberly_Pee
"Scheme Life"
Here's a wee rhyme straight oot the scheme,
Bout a wee burd, who wis runnin way the young team...
Terror fae a young age, no geein a fuk,
She wis always oan the hunt, ti earn a few buck...!
A few good mates ti her name,
Done a few hings tht shooda made her ashamed!!
But u coodni paint a rid neck oan this girl,
She'd av flashed yi her arse n gave yi a twirl..
Here's a wee insight intae tht life a her's,
Bare way me but ma memories a blur,
Thts rite tht girl is me,
Al pen ma past fir yi all ti see!
Av been a wee cunt fae an early teen,
Stoatin boot mad way it wis aw Bellshill seen..
Oot way the troops, mayhem we caused,
Never fir a second wis our terror paused!
3 brothers who wir loyal throo n throo,
Maste ae Bellshill didni say Boo...
Chased throo the scheme, oor the backs we went,
Dirty grassin fuks, its the polis they sent!!
Sleepin in closes way bars ae hash,
Chibbed upti the max, way plenty ae cash
Healthy turns, Tubs ae vals,
Divided up between a few good pals
Turns n robberies became our daily routine,
Smash n grab hopin not ti b seen
Learned a few more tricks a the trade,
The do's, the don'ts, n wits not ti be said
"No comment" by the age of 14,
A thought a wis a wee gangster aw hard n mean
A turned inti a proper wee authority hater,
N am still loyal 20yr later
Maste ae ma memories u coodni write,
Involvin a squad ae bhoys who wir heavi tight!
CMS has grew throughout the years,
Terrorisin Bellshill, inflictin fear,
Growin up being street wise,
Is a trait al have til a die
Sittin in closes, plannin turns,
Snatch n grab, time ti run
Kickin back, countin our cash,
Split it up, straight tae the stash
Meet bk up ti smoke our loot,
Dodge the polis who wir oot oan foot
Runnin bout way bars ae dope,
Waitin fir a jump in ti the shop
Hostage situations way armed response,
Findin oot 1 ae the troops wis a nonce
Runnin a mock mad way the blues,
Bellshill vs Forgie, we never lose
Geein the screws the run about aw nite,
While trippin oot our heeds high as a kite
Shoplifting by the age a 13
Kimberly the good girl is na where ti b seen
Pullin aww niters, tellin ma Mam lies
Gone toe ti toe, way any cunt, any size
Aw ma pals called me Kimbo Slice
Any cunt git wide, a didni hink twice
Smashed a few burds bk in the day
The boys didni even have ti say
Only 1 lassie ever made me doubt
Miss Louise Kelly she'd av kicked me about
We hid crazy money it a young age
A shit turn ti us, wis ur monthly wage
The boys in blue wir alwiz oan the hunt
Hated the troops coz we took the cunt!
We caused a riot wherever we went
It wis guaranteed tht the polis wir gittin sent
We wir ranked up tap aff the Scottish Sun
Am defos no proud ae sum the shit tht av done
Steal the hat rite aff yir heed
Hawn fae of blues, a puff of weed
Bold as brass, game as fuk
Maste cunts scatter, hide and duck
These bhoys hiv never been jus aw talk
They've many a times proven they can swagger the walk!
No many even tried to dare
Coz they knew these bhoys jus didni care
Balaclava, slasher hat, Armed up way a metal bat
Baseball bat, snooker cue, come n show is wit u kin do
Wee Kimberlys here ti make sum noise
Way a massive shout out ti the Cairnlea Boys
No one could touch us back in the day
When the Cairnlea Mad Squad came out ti play!
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Kimberly_Pee
Member since May 28 2021