Jampie

[Intro: Slix] Guns 'n' Roses Volume One More to come Send out to Stamina, hang tight Stryder It's Slix now I'm 'bout to get busy Guns 'n' Roses, Guns 'n' Roses, Volume One Guns 'n' Roses, Guns 'n' Roses, there's more to come It's Guns 'n' Roses, yeah Big up the ghetto man dem (Listen up, though, listen up, though) You know what I'm talking about (Listen up, though) [Verse 1: Slix] Yo, it's not a pain, man, I can see through I can see through the sabotage, it's all in my view Eighth wave vision like a visualising ace I can visualise the days when I used to move 8s Quarters, half, Os, keys I'm a hustler with hustle blood in my bloodstream Now I hustle different but I still hustle hard Make cash with the mic, still hassle hard Strap lyrics every day, spray from the heart Can't get caught slipping, man have gotta move start Move with the movers that move when I move And I move with the movers that move with the Luges They move quick and the Luger disperse Don't let your jaw run or the Lugers will burst Fire buns, you'll get burnt, guns blast And we get ghost quick after the guns blast Now I'm back to the front, back to the future Back to the offs, back to the [?] Back to the ends, to the youts, to the kids Back to the bits with the Gs with the fifths Back to the pricks, back to the snake tat Back to the roads, back to the whole street hype Back to the thugs with the things on their waist Back to the boys on a hype screwface Back to the gash, back to the girl dem Back to my boys, back to the real man dem Back to the n****s who claim they rode pen Back to the n****s who claim they did ten Back to the gyms and the road cycle Back to the grafting, to the drug cycle Back to the block, back to the pumping And I'm back to the court, back to the dunking [Break: Tinchy Stryder] Yeah, yo It's all Guns 'n' Roses It's all Guns 'n' Roses, Guns, Roses, Guns Yo, Stryder, yeah [Verse 2: Tinchy Stryder] And I've clocked how the cycle goes In some blocks, plots and bicycles But I've got my head in every articles I'll separate them like particles Pull party tricks from under my sleeves If you don't believe the kid, ask Jeeves Architect, I've got plans; draw them out I'll follow the right signs to make Gs Year after that, I'll make more Ps Work more, buy more Nike booties Sit back and watch the flow I release Talk back and then your health, I'll seize If you wish, call the police I'm streetwise, avoid the feds with ease And I rarely say please We'll bulldoze your toes, we don't need keys Watch your mouth, my man, breathe easy This level I'm reaching ain't easy Blood, you smell cheesy, watch me, I'm tipsy Your baby loves to try tease me She don't wanna leave me, she tries to please me I'm not greedy, I give to the needy They say my flow's off the heezy 'Cause I'm down with the slang too for sheezy I'm Tinchy Stryder, I'm really Grimy like greeny, the man like Beenie It's real life, far from a movie You're caught up watching too much TV Do a couple [?] and a BP In a TT? Nah, man are GT Want a quick score ting from Roachee And it's all happening 'round here, really [Break: Stamina Boy] Really Guns, Roses, it's Guns 'n' Roses, life isn't rosy Guns, Roses, it's Guns 'n' Roses Stamina Boy Listen [Verse 3: Stamina Boy] It used to be good in the ends No snakes, just mates, not bad-minding, just friends Not a care in the world Nothing could hold us back, not a tear in the world And I thank God that I'm still here in the world 'Cause the hood's fucked up 'cause of drugs and girls Guns 'n' Roses, things that money can buy It's hard to get by Blood, I won't lie but damn, it makes me strong And makes me work harder; juggler, grafter Stamina's a master I think darker and I hit harder Some can't handle the beef and drama Grief, karma, too much palaver Night to day, it's saga to saga, we work for P-rada Prada, yuh [Break: Trim] It's Guns 'n' Roses Badboy thing Not a badboy, it just ain't your thing It's Guns 'n' Roses, Guns 'n' Roses Yuh, on a badboy thing Not a badboy, it just ain't your thing It's Guns 'n' Roses, Guns 'n' Roses Alright, look [Verse 4: Trim] It's Taliban but call me Trim I say Taliban 'cause I'm a skinny thing and I'm riding Foot's in the door, big size nine Trim [?] rhyming Look forward to war so who's trying? And we'll cruise at the door, no bouncers are hired I can be a quiet thing More times I'm rioting, flow's fat, needs dieting No lyrics with lying in, gems flying in Ironing any crew that's trying a ting Soon I'll be buying a ting but for now I'm relying on him No beef, just trying a ting New leaf, just tryna bling Roll Deep, not channeling What peeps try the ting And yes, we're tryna win