Don't think that you won't get touched
Kurt man you crazy
You'll brick your guts when I clutch my-
9, 1
C-c-came for the moolah, came for the paper
Came for the carnage, came for the dough
Cock it, lock it, shoot him (Bah!)
Blue tape round the Mayfair Tooting (Ah)
No suspect when the pigs pulled up
And the whole gang cut, weren't a simple looting
He didn't wanna taste those slugs
Your man walked up like he's king of the hill
Now he's 10 foot under the ground
And I'm 10 bob up in a William Hill
Placing bets
No sexual assault when I grab that chest
I'll nick that stash when I'm taking jobs
I'd rather make cash when I'm breaking necks (Oh yeah!)
Cockney murder
Simply the best, I ain't Tina Turner
Don't think that you won't get touched
You'll brick your guts when I clutch my burner
Too many bands locked down in the basement
Bought two flats and a loft extension
Too many .22s tucked in the car door
Looks like one of them Bond inventions (Brr, brr)
So many times I've dodged them cuffs
Good luck to the feds for the apprehension
Drank four pints and a grouse 2 litre
Now my brains in a new dimension
Came for the moolah, came for the paper
Came for the carnage, came for the dough
You don't wanna come round here, get hit
Get left with a big name tag on the toe
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow? (How does it grow mate?)
You already know
Grows in a big bando (Yeah good one Bas)
Shh got poked and a man got folded
Outside of the Rose and Crown
I were Ten toes down
With the filth patrolling (You ain't got a clue mate!)
Masked up
You don't want smoke, I'll blast your lungs (Bah!)
Take the hair off your head with a scalpel
Break each toe and I'll cut out your tongue (You wanna go then?)
Whoever told you that an old boy couldn't get nasty (Yeah!)
Shh put bands on his head and I took
that bank transfer from Barclays (Have it!)
The money comes blue,
the money comes white, the money comes pink (Nice!)
Now I'm washing out red with a petrol can in the bathroom sink (Bah!)
Shift them packs on the pavement, foot down
When I see blue lights whirling, swerving (Woop!)
Run to the shop and a quick- *whistle*
To the man and he tucks that gear in his turban (Brr, brr)
Bossman's daughter's wedding on Friday
Doing up bhangra, I'm still learning
Burning, burning
All this money I'm earning
Came in a Bentley, left in a Beamer
Got locked out and the wife went nuts
Didn't wanna hear it, came out screaming
Came out shouting, it was... (Ooh)
Neighbours heard it, came out moaning
Came out whining, too too much
I was like shut your mouth
The wife has a .22 tucked
