Bang (Remix)

[Hook: Ghetts] Bang, same city, new blocks Bang, boombox on the rooftop Bang, who's hot? Who's not? Bang, new job, who's boss? [Verse 1: Ghetts] Self-employed wealthy boy Dealt with pain, dealt with joy Me and Wiley are cool now But I'm the same nigga who tried help destroy him Tell Lorraine, tell McCoy I failed again, felt annoyed Now I've got paper round Me, Daily Star 'cause I sell the voice Oi, it's the paper boy, I'm in effect Don't like me? I've always been a threat My only competition is the man in the mirror My niggas or my silhouette They know I'm a flamethrower Make man lay low and lay lower Anybody says that they can't get hold of me Tell them niggas, I'll be on the same blower Who am I? The baddest MC that grime ever produced The resident Eskimo goer Culture vultures, they owe us Oh, now they know us? [Hook: Ghetts] Bang, same city, new blocks Bang, boombox on the rooftop Bang, who's hot? Who's not? Bang, new job, who's boss? Bang, same city, new blocks Bang, boombox on the rooftop Bang, who's hot? Who's not? Bang, new job, who's boss? [Verse 2: Wiley] (Bang) I'm hot, so what? (Bang) I merk spitters for free, no gwop (Bang) And my path is clear, no stops Got yards in the sticks, no shops, no cops (Bang) Keep my mind on the cash I see if I can turn a stack I know you love practicin' but Me and my niggas were born burnin' tracks Like yo, they know I'm a cold spitter Mind that gyal dere, she's a gold digger Chattin' 'bout how you didn't know I roll with her Push me far, turn to a cold figure Respect, you do it, but man have done it Anybody from the elite, you know we run it Here's what it feels like to win Get rewarded, after 100 miles of runnin' [Hook: Ghetts] Bang, same city, new blocks Bang, boombox on the rooftop Bang, who's hot? Who's not? Bang, new job, who's boss? Bang, same city, new blocks Bang, boombox on the rooftop Bang, who's hot? Who's not? Bang, new job, who's boss? Bang, same city, new blocks Bang, boombox on the rooftop Bang, who's hot? Who's not? Bang, new job, who's boss? Bang, same city, new blocks Bang, boombox on the rooftop Bang, who's hot? Who's not? Bang, new job, who's boss? [Verse 3: Ghetts & Wiley] GH, and I've been doing this Since I had an Ericsson 338 And I have pushed more wigs back Than a label has done to an album release date If I send for a MC Then man better reply tonight, not a week late If a man can't move on from the war Right after it, bro, that's a weak trait I'm not a lager lout But I'm still throwin' bars about Midday, lookin' for a haircut Shop's packed, gotta go to the barber's house I'm doin' business everyday here That's why I can't mess or laugh about When it comes to the grime in 2016, rudeboy I'm the hardest out [Hook: Ghetts] Bang, same city, new blocks Bang, boombox on the rooftop Bang, who's hot? Who's not? Bang, new job, who's boss? Bang, same city, new blocks Bang, boombox on the rooftop Bang, who's hot? Who's not? Bang, new job, who's boss?