real life, surrounded by the gangs, Madchester, Gunchester, Manchester.

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real life, surrounded by the gangs, Madchester, Gunchester, Manchester.

Stay away from street gangs, go join army & become a real man.

I lost too many mates to gang culture, my real life stories

(Gooch Close Gang)

Yo, Moss Side ain't no playground, it's a warzone, understand?

Gooch Close rising up, holding down our land.

Doddington tried to test us, thought they had the upper hand,

But we rain down fire, make 'em scatter like sand.

Ninety's, noughties bleeding, streets painted red,

Operation China came down, but the beef ain't dead.

Still breathing, still schemes, until the day we sleep,

Gooch Close forever, secrets that we keep.

Joyce and Amos fell, yeah, they put 'em on the shelf,

But the seeds are planted, growing by ourselves.

This ain't no fairy tale, this is raw and it's grim,

Gooch Close legacy, written on a bullet's whim.

From the trenches of Moss Side, where the bullets fly free,

To the shadows of Cheetham, ain't no place to flee.

Noonan legacy, Massey's reign, Quality Street's demise,

Manchester's a battlefield, reflected in our eyes.

Aggression in the rhythm, the truth in every rhyme,

This is the sound of the streets, committing every crime.

We the kings of the concrete, the lords of the night,

Step into our kingdom, and prepare for the fight.

(Doddington Gang)

Doddington's the name, Moss Side our domain,

Gooch tried to take it, felt the sting of the pain.

"Gunchester" they call us, yeah, we earned that fame,

Every street corner, a different kind of game.

We the storm that rolls in, the thunder and the dread,

Leave our mark on the asphalt, wake you from your bed.

Years of back and forth, the violence and the strife,

Doddington's resilience, fighting for our life.

They thought they broke us, thought they shut us down,

But the spirit lingers, all over this town.

We ain't forgotten, we ain't playing mild,

Doddington's spirit, untamed and wild.

(Cheetham Hill Gang / The Hillbillies)

Cheetham Hill's where we hustle, the Hillbillies they call,

From the eighties on, we stand up tall.

Drugs and weapons flow, watch the empires fall,

From the North to the South, we answer nature's call.

Moss Side, Salford, faced our wrath before,

When we step in the ring, you'll be begging for more.

Organized and ruthless, ain't no room for doubt,

Cheetham Hill's the power, we let the whole world out.

Our name rings out, a warning and a threat,

Cross our path, and you'll regret it, you can bet.

(The Noonan Family)

The Noonans, a dynasty, built on fear and might,

Desmond, Dom, Damien, shining in the night.

Twenty years of terror, a formidable sight,

Manchester trembled, under our guiding light.

But time catches up, justice takes its toll,

Some fell to the grave, some paid the final dole.

Still, the name echoes, a whisper and a roar,

The Noonan legacy, forevermore.

( Paul Massey "Mr. Big")

Salford's my territory, they called me Mr. Big,

For decades on the scene, I played the criminal jig.

Connections run deep, through the tangled weave,

From the gangs and the kingpins, what you believe.

My reign was long, my influence was vast,

Until the final shot, my shadow forever cast.

Murdered in the street, a brutal, cold demise,

But the legend lives on, in their fearful eyes.

(Quality Street Gang)

Sixties to the eighties, the Quality Street crew,

Major crimes and schemes, for me and for you.

Some called us instigators, stirring up the brew,

Others, just friends, with nothing else to do.

But the streets remember, the legends that we made,

Through the haze of the past, our influence displayed.

Though the gang is gone, the stories still remain,

Quality Street's echo, in the Manchester rain.

From the trenches of Moss Side, where the bullets fly free,

To the shadows of Cheetham, ain't no place to flee.

Noonan legacy, Massey's reign, Quality Street's demise,

Manchester's a battlefield, reflected in our eyes.

Aggression in the rhythm, the truth in every rhyme,

This is the sound of the streets, committing every crime.

We the kings of the concrete, the lords of the night,

Step into our kingdom, and prepare for the fight.