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[Intro: Riko Dan]

Right now, it's Riko Dan, London City Warlord, yeah?

And I've got Trimble, and I've got Scratchy Demus and Pliers

And if any soundboy try a ting, boy!

Wouldn't wanna be you, you get me?

So right now, gwan some soundboy listen some big tune, big tune

[Verse 1: Riko Dan]

Cuh 'nuff of them a chat 'bout guns and have nuttin'

I pop and wan' fi push my button

Mi gun dem [?] and dem twist like [?]

Like Kartel, nah, nuttin' fi cut 'em

Bwoy say a war, I beg you try do me suttin'

'Cause you try do me suttin', mi lef your head open

Diss Roll Deep and me [?] into nuttin' like robbery

Your crew keeps bugging me but there's no stopping me

And my crew, we're going right through

Stand very close and you will get an eyeful

You stand too close and you might get the rifle

I hold the title

Big badman, old school like mi vinyl

Stand up in a war with me, you might stifle

Beat it fully, I get bad like Michael

Jackson, and you know I pattern

With a white gyal and a black one

[Chorus: Riko Dan & Scratchy]

You know we keep it real (Yeee)

And man will split your grill (Brree, brree, brree)

I don't know what you feel (Yeee)

But copper shot will mek your skin peel

[Verse 2: Scratchy]

So sit back, you don't wanna go for it

Swift jab, lift you off your toes a bit

The big mash, you've only got to phone for it

I'll get the black strap or I'll get the chrome with it

You're full-grown, you don't even own a whip

And you're two stone, you ain't grown a bit

You wanna aim at me? Then go for it

You're on your own out here, you're the only prick

Get tapped, then try soldier it

Get shanked, then have to hold your ribs

That's that, I ain't gonna hold your licks

Tic Tac, kill 'em with the old lyrics (Yeee)

Quick track, I'll just flow through it

Sit back, earn a little dough for it

Big album, make way for it

Stay there if you don't wanna pay for it

[Chorus: Riko Dan & Scratchy]

You know we keep it real (Yeee)

And man will split your grill (Bree, bree, bree)

I don't know what you feel (Roll Deep)

But copper shot will mek your skin peel

[Verse 3: Trim]

War, that's my department

And being a bully, you don't know who I'm gonna start on

Came in this game like "wahum?"

Scratch was killing Kenny while I was running up on Cartman

I've got too many bars, save yourself the argument

And I don't think I'm big, but my face is in The Guardian

Mum's happy and Nan, thanks for the cardigan

And I'm keeping out of trouble but trouble ain't the argument

I'm trying to double, bubble, flip, shot, all at the same time

Man, your lips can cover my arse if you don't like mine, listen

[Chorus: Riko Dan & Scratchy]

You know we keep it real (Yeee)

And man will split your grill (Brree, brree, brree)

I don't know what you feel (Yeee)

But copper shot will mek your skin peel

Yo, you know we keep it real (Yeee)

And man will split your grill (Brree, brree, brree)

I don't know what you feel (Roll Deep)

But copper shot will mek your skin peel

[Outro: Riko Dan]

Oi, big up Chase, big up Status

Some badboy producers round here

What you say?

Some Roll Deep ting again

Trimble, Riko Dan, Scratchy Demus and Pliers

'Nuff boy fi get murder

You see it?

All them a chat 'bout this and that but dem nuh fi have it

We have it pon lock

Ya hear me, rudeboy? Again