Jeff Matt Lita

[Verse 1 - Merky Ace]

Man got shanked up and he survived but he'll never be the same

He's a Cat D

Can't believe that he's still alive but it's alright, ima draw up a plan B

Fling two shots, I ain't talking FIFA

Leave man leaning, Tower of Pisa

Us three come like Jeff, Matt, Lita

Bet you don't claim that you come from the ends and try pretend that you ain't heard of either

Either

South side legends

Step with weapons

Try violate and you'll now what i mean like meter

Done made man lose pints and litres

Old days, kicking in heads like Mitre

Had man ‘fraid from back in the day

Blair Witch Project, Scream, Jeepers Creepers

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Send my message with stamp

Mi nah play

Go skatepark if you wan ramp

Two step with the wap

Gully creep with the nank

Drive with the .357 in a Range Rover

Who can tell me this ain't a tank?

Won't catch me in Ministry of Sound or Fabric

Unless im booked for the dance

Or selling chart

More time catch me in a bashment

Big back Auntie tryna convince me to breed her daughter

That's pure harrassment

Samurai sword in a shoobs get bored

Broken hearts, angels and roses

GBNF on Insta caption

I don't wanna hear no talk about Viking

I don't wanna hear about Anglo-Saxon

Buck me in war, you'll know about mad ting

[Verse 2 - Slaughter]

No need for an intro

Gunshots make him get down like the limbo

Anywhere I go, yeah man let the ting go

Knock knock, man get bam through the window

For us that's a win though

But for them that's a man down simple

Cah them man are giving out info

Gunshots make man fly like flamingo

Wow

Manna don't care if you're hench like Kimbo

Man will get sliced and diced if you're involved

We let the ting ring like Tinbo

Oi fam that's the ringtone

Aiming for wigs, I ain't tryna hit shins though

Manna send corn for your next of kin though

Break down boxes fam we got big dough

From a young age fam you know manna been road

And you know manna been bad

Young G, got a long sword like Sinbad

Send him for chinging, got no time to chin wag

Boxes of puff in a bin bag

But you can get bun if that yout try sting man

Omen's holdings, fam we got big straps

Man try dome him, man let the ting clap

Man control it, man get your wig splat

Oi fam that's a mismatch

Come round GP, that's where the kids' at

Strap on deck, tell a man don't risk that

Drive in, drive out, car got licked at

All type of burners, manna got big waps

Get a man murdered cah we got big wraps

Don't need to move nah fam I just sit back

Young G will shoot, hopefully he won't miss that

Cah more time the shot's on target

Roll to your block and rass it

If I can't get away fam I won't chance it

Young Gs cock and blast it

It's a man down if my man cause carnage

I'll hop on a bike and mask it

Sold 30 drops last week

So I don't give a fuck if they charted

[Verse 3 - Lioness]

If it's me you wanna par

Understand I am not the one you wanna war

Against me, you will not be strolling in the park

I've got time like I just took the Roley off your arm

You don't know me, I will flip that and harm

Blud you're a phoney, could've bit but you barked

You lot split me with bars?

You know that's not true, like if Khloe had a kid with Lemar

Ain't gotta kid you, i'm hard

I'm ready if anyone's pickney wan start

Them girls are fully just pickneys not stars

It's them that you wanna put me with, nah

Been light years ahead before Buzz

Spin guys, put them to bed with no fuss

I'm in