[Intro: Riko Dan]
Right now, it's Riko Dan, London City Warlord, yeah?
And I've got Trimble, and I've got Scratchy Demus and Pliers
And if any soundboy try a ting, boy!
Wouldn't wanna be you, you get me?
So right now, gwan some soundboy listen some big tune, big tune
[Verse 1: Riko Dan]
Cuh 'nuff of them a chat 'bout guns and have nuttin'
I pop and wan' fi push my button
Mi gun dem [?] and dem twist like [?]
Like Kartel, nah, nuttin' fi cut 'em
Bwoy say a war, I beg you try do me suttin'
'Cause you try do me suttin', mi lef your head open
Diss Roll Deep and me [?] into nuttin' like robbery
Your crew keeps bugging me but there's no stopping me
And my crew, we're going right through
Stand very close and you will get an eyeful
You stand too close and you might get the rifle
I hold the title
Big badman, old school like mi vinyl
Stand up in a war with me, you might stifle
Beat it fully, I get bad like Michael
Jackson, and you know I pattern
With a white gyal and a black one
[Chorus: Riko Dan & Scratchy]
You know we keep it real (Yeee)
And man will split your grill (Brree, brree, brree)
I don't know what you feel (Yeee)
But copper shot will mek your skin peel
[Verse 2: Scratchy]
So sit back, you don't wanna go for it
Swift jab, lift you off your toes a bit
The big mash, you've only got to phone for it
I'll get the black strap or I'll get the chrome with it
You're full-grown, you don't even own a whip
And you're two stone, you ain't grown a bit
You wanna aim at me? Then go for it
You're on your own out here, you're the only prick
Get tapped, then try soldier it
Get shanked, then have to hold your ribs
That's that, I ain't gonna hold your licks
Tic Tac, kill 'em with the old lyrics (Yeee)
Quick track, I'll just flow through it
Sit back, earn a little dough for it
Big album, make way for it
Stay there if you don't wanna pay for it
[Chorus: Riko Dan & Scratchy]
You know we keep it real (Yeee)
And man will split your grill (Bree, bree, bree)
I don't know what you feel (Roll Deep)
But copper shot will mek your skin peel
[Verse 3: Trim]
War, that's my department
And being a bully, you don't know who I'm gonna start on
Came in this game like "wahum?"
Scratch was killing Kenny while I was running up on Cartman
I've got too many bars, save yourself the argument
And I don't think I'm big, but my face is in The Guardian
Mum's happy and Nan, thanks for the cardigan
And I'm keeping out of trouble but trouble ain't the argument
I'm trying to double, bubble, flip, shot, all at the same time
Man, your lips can cover my arse if you don't like mine, listen
[Chorus: Riko Dan & Scratchy]
You know we keep it real (Yeee)
And man will split your grill (Brree, brree, brree)
I don't know what you feel (Yeee)
But copper shot will mek your skin peel
Yo, you know we keep it real (Yeee)
And man will split your grill (Brree, brree, brree)
I don't know what you feel (Roll Deep)
But copper shot will mek your skin peel
[Outro: Riko Dan]
Oi, big up Chase, big up Status
Some badboy producers round here
What you say?
Some Roll Deep ting again
Trimble, Riko Dan, Scratchy Demus and Pliers
'Nuff boy fi get murder
You see it?
All them a chat 'bout this and that but dem nuh fi have it
We have it pon lock
Ya hear me, rudeboy? Again
