[Intro]
Ruff Sqwad man dem
Man dem, man dem, man dem
Ruff Sqwad man dem
Ruff Sqwad man dem
[Verse 1: Prince Rapid]
I want a round of applause
We're still here, still strong, still didn't fall down to the floor
You better be handling yours
City to city, you know that we're handling tours
You know I've got my hand in the door
Bring you? Don't know if I can anymore
I put my time and the money in the music
You spend money on the booze and whores
This straight pain on the track, made in the Mac
We stay in a pack, aim and attack
I spent all day on my arse with the MacBook
Now I've got a slight pain in my lap
I've got new aims and views
So I ain't got a minute to be gazing at you
We both want opposite things in life
And the game these days ain't based on the truth
[Verse 2: Slix]
Real n****s make way when I'm passing
Girls say I'm drop-dead gorgeous
But I'ma live forever, I ain't passing
You flow like Ronaldo, you ain't passing
I am out of this world; I'm a Martian
Light up the track, arson
Pricks hate but I couldn't give a rass' and
I make your boys run around like Arsène
Yeah, yeah, fresh out the gym
Looking like I just land fresh out the bin
I ain't Chip Diddy Chip but money, I get it in
Now I've got girls talking 'bout my diamond rings
And I'm having a whale of a—
I'm old school like Ada, bruv
You n****s ain't dons, I ain't hailing ya
Hustler, I set sales like a sailor does, ha
[Verse 3: Roachee]
When you see me with the Ruff Sqwad man dem
You might see me in the background, ready to handle any madness
You ain't seen swagger like these Black men
And when they come around, them man there bring a hand ting
I done told a boy we're champions, anthem after anthem
The gang members still ain't having it
Before Dirty Canvas was family and the family are expanding
Pure rasclart badmen
Last Man Standing, I was a handful with a hand tool
I was the last man standing
Tall, dark and handsome so I had a handful of gyal dem
I took Michelle home and smashed it
Bad bitches go H.A.M on it
After we lashed, I called a cab like "get out of here"
Some gangster ting, back pocket full of plastic
20 bag jobs 'cause I gotta make the stack big
[Verse 4: Stutta]
Yo, that's the man dem
You better make way when I'm landing
And if you try block my path
Then I'm gonna move you out the place that you're standing
First class when I'm stamping
I don't swerve on tracks, I'm handling
Them man are not tight on tunes
Spitting off-beat, all they're doing is amping
Fuck that, man are A star
No underachiever
And I get what I want when I want like a diva
Piss me off and I'll flip like a dealer
And I try to keep myself enclosed
But they wanna open me up like a sealer
But don't cross this path
'Cause I'ma guard it like a school keeper
[Verse 5: Dirty Danger]
Big verse, I'ma lay that
Got a big catalogue of beats, you can play that
Man dem are feeling my styley
If they saw me in the flesh, they wouldn't say that
Dumb dudes, two-faced
Them man there talk shit, need toothpaste
I keep it kick push like Lupe
So I can live life in a new way
I've got style 'pon style 'pon styley
Your girl goes raving just to find me
She heard that I keep it grimy
Said she wanna come try me, try me
Been around the globe
But I still bang shit for the road
Where the yout' dem chill on the black scary roads
So it ain't safe bringing out your BlackBerry Bold
[Verse 6: Tinchy Stryder]
I'm a true artist
With my words, I'm painting pictures
Done proved all my ancient scriptures
Next up, show me the fixtures
Get slaughtered, dead, carcass
Goodbye to the game, you can kiss this
I'm billed on the famous hitlist
Wiz Khalifa high, top this
Sold 'em a million singles
So the money never folds or jingles
Stacks; bags
Racks on racks on racks, simples
Onto some next gigs
Heading up north on the M6
Getting head in the back of the X6
Rockstar, Elvis
[Verse 7: Shifty Rydos]
When I talk, you know what to expect
I tell it how it is; respect
Next he gonna feed the world
I've got two passports, I'ma take it to the next step
You n****s talk cake but you're starving
Took more than a slice, no Marvin
If you need help, n***a, start asking
Don't know about you but I'm lasting
Let me duppy this, quick time murder
Do life in the game, no murder
I'll run up on a n***a with a burqa
Like "where's my cash?", murder
It feels so good to be back here
New man, new day, show no fear
I told you back then that I don't fuck about
You n****s are not near
[Verse 8: Lee Brasco]
The man dem ride out like a wolfpack
The dress code's all-black
I'm a python, everybody dies when I bite them
And I will strike them, so fall back
I'm part of a venomous tribe
And I'm not sharing, no generous guy
Go back to the future, ahead of my time
It's my year, I'm setting my time
And I'm ride-or-die like a lifer
Hustler, I break down food like a grinder
Still a star in the hood, T's a stryder
Get pretty girls for the (man dem, man dem)
We can all get a shiner
They know flee's in town when they meet this
High five, respect for the remix
They wanna jump on the wave? Cool
But they'll end up seasick
[Verse 9: Young C]
Chris, I ain't one of the man dem
But trust me, I'm down for the man dem
Mostly, I'm flee and handsome
I make P off UK randoms
Haters fucked, damn them
But I ain't gay, don't watch man
E3 Flee Gang, so skeng
[?] got that grey ten
I move with Gs, amen
Holy Ghost, white Benz
Yeah, I'm flee to the max
See this swag? One or two racks
Friday night, one or two slags
Collecting P, one or two bags
Yeah, I'm MJ bad
You ain't down with the man dem, you must be mad
