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[Intro: Mez] Shut up Chief Yo (one, one) Tyrone Ya bitch Soldiers [Verse 1: Mez & Wiley] Come through with the one sike, two sike, three sike, four Better not clash me on the dancefloor Held too many, cyaan hold anymore Side talk, you don't wanna spit anymore Any alley, catch any one of them boy on the streets Mind out so we never kick out them teet' Whole heap of gyal who are t'ick, me ah cheat Never know, we are good boy pon– I'm gonna climb in her pussy, motherfucker, and skeet Dem type of ting can't try for rеpeat I'm with a one pretty gyal mе ah meet She ah smile up, skin up white teet', pussyclart get a Tiger, so me just ah creep on the riddim like a spider 'Nuff ah dem are my yout', 'nuff ah dem are minor I'm a cold rider, gyal finder Then we're gonna kill it with a sixteen Tiger, so me just ah creep on the riddim like a spider 'Nuff ah dem are my yout', 'nuff ah dem are minor I'm a cold rider, gyal finder Then I'm gonna kill 'em with a sixteen [Verse 2: Mez] Him ah go tiger, spider, gully creeper Get two inna your chest, two inna your shoulder A-bu-du T specialist, spit like rasta Mi have a whole heap of herb, whole heap of ganja Him ah go tiger, spider, gully creeper Get two inna your chest, two inna your shoulder A-bu-du T specialist, spit like rasta Mi have a whole heap of herb, whole heap of ganja We get a one sike, two sike, three sike, four Better not clash me on the dancefloor Held too many, cyaan hold anymore Side talk, you don't wanna spit anymore One sike, two sike, three sike, four Better not clash me on the dancefloor Held too many, cyaan hold anymore Side talk, you don't wanna spit anymore [Verse 3: Hitman Hyper] You're not from my way Step in the manor and you will get spray From a MAC-10, Uzi or AK Clap, one, two, three, breh Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine breh Any breh step in my way, they'll pay Open 'em up, feel no way Guts on the floor, all on display You're not from my manor (Yeah!) Where man might run up on you with the hammer Could be Boakye, Frimpong, Nana Black stars with the all-black bandana Your mandem are Hollywood guys My mandem don't need the disguise If we show you our face in attack It means that mandem will probably die [Verse 4: Swarvo] And I run up on the stage like forearm straight to the back of the neck Forearm, you will get floored and decked Forearm, straight to the back of the throat Forearm, you will get docked and fucked up Forearm straight to the back of the neck Forearm, you will get floored and decked Forearm, straight to the back of the throat T-ta-take, t-take, t-ta-take, t-take T-ta-take, t-take that, take that money Do what you gotta do, make that money Shank for the money, rob a bank for the money I'ma make a man run like Hank for the money T-ta-take, t-take that, take that money Do what you gotta do, make that money Shank for the money, rob a bank for the money I'ma make a man run like Hank for the money [Verse 5: Flirta D] Legendary! Everybody down Run up on your dance like "everybody down" Run up in the dance like "everybody down" Feeling the sound? Then get down with it Yeah, everybody down Run up on your dance like "everybody down" Run up in the dance like "everybody down" Feeling the sound? Then get-get-get oh F-double-the-L-I-R with the A I say that 'cause it's part of the growth You can't forget me, I'm one of the grime GOATs Had to bring it back for my dargs, jiggalos Had to refresh and we let them all know But some can't figure me out, go figure I still get figures for the low, I know I still get girls and figures, I know [Verse 6: Discarda] You should know me by now, I'm a white boy In a Avirex who breaks necks, who Gets cheques and breaks new creps He smacks up shows and smacks up sets You should know me by now, I'm a white boy In a Avirex who breaks necks, who Gets cheques and breaks new creps He smacks up shows and smacks up sets Like better than me? Banged your head off the wall Banged your head off the wall Banged your head off the wall, you fool Banged your head off the wall, you fool Better than me? Better than who? I'm better than you times two, you fool (shut up, fool) Banged your head off the wall (shut up, shut up, shut up) Banged your head off the wall, you fool (shut up) [Verse 7: Jammer] I'm that beast Go to the ends and get my piece Load up the mash, ready fi di beef I've got the bullets in the end of the mash just like teeth Bullets in the end of the mash just like bu-di-di-di Bullets in the end of the mash just like bu-di-di-di Bullets in the end of the mash just like bu-di-di-di Bullets in the end of the mash just like teet' Beef? Draw for the .44 Blast your whole jaw down the corridor You know my jaw 'Cause you seen me on the DVD before and Badderman said don't think you're raw Might blast your whole jaw down the corridor Man get left on the floor It's the Murkle Man, yeah, you know the score