Sticky gets sick wid it on this one, laying down a cantankerous, dark and breaky garage riddim with plenty of clever change-ups to keep that ass dropping. Donae’o doesn’t slouch on the vocals either, delivering some rough anti-gun talk in a fast, hip-hop-inflected style-kind of like Prodigy of Mobb Deep if he was both Cockney and on crank. Nasty!