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**Manchester Gunchester**

*(Verse 1)*

From Cheetham Hill to the Mainland streets,

Where the beats meet the heat, and the pressure’s deep.

Crumpsall whispers, but the city screams,

AKs and Mac-10s in these gritty dreams.

Asians one family, tight like a chain,

Through the struggle and pain, we rise through the rain.

If you gonna merk meh, all merk you back,

If you gonna shank meh, all shank you back.

*(Verse 2)*

Manchester Gunchester, where the shadows talk,

Walk these roads, you best not balk.

Cheetham Hill’s where the legends reside,

Mainland’s pride, can’t run, can’t hide.

Crumpsall’s calm, but the tension’s thick,

One wrong move, and the drama’s lit.

If you gonna bottle meh, all bottle you back,

If you gonna bust your shot, all bust one back.

*(Verse 3)*

From the corners where the hustlers grind,

To the blocks where the real ones shine.

Asians one family, unity’s the code,

In this concrete jungle, we carry the load.

AKs spit fire, Mac-10s sing loud,

In this ghetto symphony, we stand proud.

If you test the fam, you’ll feel the wrath,

Manchester Gunchester, we walk that path.

*(Verse 4)*

Cheetham Hill’s where the stories unfold,

Mainland’s heart, where the streets are cold.

Crumpsall’s quiet, but the eyes don’t lie,

In this city of grit, only the strong survive.

Asians one family, bound by the struggle,

Through the hustle and bustle, we rise from the rubble.

If you bring the heat, we’ll bring it too,

Manchester Gunchester, we stay true.

*(Verse 5)*

From the blocks to the corners, we hold it down,

In this city of crowns, we wear the crown.

Cheetham Hill to Mainland, we rep it all,

Crumpsall’s calm, but we stand tall.

Asians one family, forever we ride,

With AKs and Mac-10s by our side.

If you cross the line, there’s no turning back,

Manchester Gunchester, we attack.

*(Outro)*

Manchester Gunchester, where the streets don’t lie,

From Cheetham Hill to Mainland, we ride or die.

Crumpsall’s quiet, but the fire’s still there,

Asians one family, we’re beyond compare.

If you gonna merk, shank, or bottle, just know,

In this ghetto anthem, we run the show.