Hickory Dickory

(We roll deep) x 16 Verse 1: I just done the whole dance now and I go home Now his friend wants me to spit my bars on his phone He wants me to do the warrior chant (blelele) He said he wants it for his ringtone I said you know what fam, nah, I gotta go Try man I see Flowdan saying "[?] and get wicked, we leave man for 6 like [?]" So I said alright then, let me drop my flow I said try take the mic coz I ain't got a [?] I an't rich but i got a few bob You don't nick, you don't jack, you don't rob You ain't running up on my gang I roll with the biggest man, can't you tell You and your [?] will get thrown off a cliff I wouldn't chat that shit around mine Who's leg are you trying to pull? Chorus: Hickory dickory dock Make pounds around the clock We wrap em up and stack em up and then we park em off Hickory dickory dock The hustle never stops Always grime and keep on grinding till the day you drop Verse 2: I don't chat to the chiefs big man I'm on lighting up your [?] fam Name's not billy but the kid gets silly in the middle of the no man's land They don't want it with the likes of me Waste man won't get his stripe from me But i bet good money that a change of plan when i run up on a whole army Them boys can't touch me with a barge So why your soldiers giving it the large [?] It's not a skip on no more rudeboy, them boys better call me sarg Coz I get money in the trenches I'm on beef, not hitting the fence I've been clutching on the fence too long rudeboy, I'm ready let the war commence Chorus Verse 3: Look, I treat beef like a house and move in Things in the house, who's in? I run my mouth till the cows come in and tune in And spread foot and mouth in every house they move in I move in Coz they don't want beef, they want music and they hate us coz we can do this But they ain't [?] you might as well [?] You know It's all music to me Some confuse it with beef And think i'm just gonna be [..?] [moving to me?] We can do this all day Me, me, me, me They say i've changed I say you see me in the street Please don't confuse him with me Bad boy trim, bad boy[?] Chorus Verse 4: Who said ought? You'd better mind out, you'll be spread out On the floor with the left side of your head out [?] [transcription incomplete, this and one more verse missing]