[Intro: Mez]
Shut up
Chief
Yo (one, one)
Tyrone
Ya bitch
Soldiers
[Verse 1: Mez & Wiley]
Come through with the one sike, two sike, three sike, four
Better not clash me on the dancefloor
Held too many, cyaan hold anymore
Side talk, you don't wanna spit anymore
Any alley, catch any one of them boy on the streets
Mind out so we never kick out them teet'
Whole heap of gyal who are t'ick, me ah cheat
Never know, we are good boy pon–
I'm gonna climb in her pussy, motherfucker, and skeet
Dem type of ting can't try for rеpeat
I'm with a one pretty gyal mе ah meet
She ah smile up, skin up white teet', pussyclart get a
Tiger, so me just ah creep on the riddim like a spider
'Nuff ah dem are my yout', 'nuff ah dem are minor
I'm a cold rider, gyal finder
Then we're gonna kill it with a sixteen
Tiger, so me just ah creep on the riddim like a spider
'Nuff ah dem are my yout', 'nuff ah dem are minor
I'm a cold rider, gyal finder
Then I'm gonna kill 'em with a sixteen
[Verse 2: Mez]
Him ah go tiger, spider, gully creeper
Get two inna your chest, two inna your shoulder
A-bu-du T specialist, spit like rasta
Mi have a whole heap of herb, whole heap of ganja
Him ah go tiger, spider, gully creeper
Get two inna your chest, two inna your shoulder
A-bu-du T specialist, spit like rasta
Mi have a whole heap of herb, whole heap of ganja
We get a one sike, two sike, three sike, four
Better not clash me on the dancefloor
Held too many, cyaan hold anymore
Side talk, you don't wanna spit anymore
One sike, two sike, three sike, four
Better not clash me on the dancefloor
Held too many, cyaan hold anymore
Side talk, you don't wanna spit anymore
[Verse 3: Hitman Hyper]
You're not from my way
Step in the manor and you will get spray
From a MAC-10, Uzi or AK
Clap, one, two, three, breh
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine breh
Any breh step in my way, they'll pay
Open 'em up, feel no way
Guts on the floor, all on display
You're not from my manor (Yeah!)
Where man might run up on you with the hammer
Could be Boakye, Frimpong, Nana
Black stars with the all-black bandana
Your mandem are Hollywood guys
My mandem don't need the disguise
If we show you our face in attack
It means that mandem will probably die
[Verse 4: Swarvo]
And I run up on the stage like forearm straight to the back of the neck
Forearm, you will get floored and decked
Forearm, straight to the back of the throat
Forearm, you will get docked and fucked up
Forearm straight to the back of the neck
Forearm, you will get floored and decked
Forearm, straight to the back of the throat
T-ta-take, t-take, t-ta-take, t-take
T-ta-take, t-take that, take that money
Do what you gotta do, make that money
Shank for the money, rob a bank for the money
I'ma make a man run like Hank for the money
T-ta-take, t-take that, take that money
Do what you gotta do, make that money
Shank for the money, rob a bank for the money
I'ma make a man run like Hank for the money
[Verse 5: Flirta D]
Legendary! Everybody down
Run up on your dance like "everybody down"
Run up in the dance like "everybody down"
Feeling the sound? Then get down with it
Yeah, everybody down
Run up on your dance like "everybody down"
Run up in the dance like "everybody down"
Feeling the sound? Then get-get-get oh
F-double-the-L-I-R with the A
I say that 'cause it's part of the growth
You can't forget me, I'm one of the grime GOATs
Had to bring it back for my dargs, jiggalos
Had to refresh and we let them all know
But some can't figure me out, go figure
I still get figures for the low, I know
I still get girls and figures, I know
[Verse 6: Discarda]
You should know me by now, I'm a white boy
In a Avirex who breaks necks, who
Gets cheques and breaks new creps
He smacks up shows and smacks up sets
You should know me by now, I'm a white boy
In a Avirex who breaks necks, who
Gets cheques and breaks new creps
He smacks up shows and smacks up sets
Like better than me? Banged your head off the wall
Banged your head off the wall
Banged your head off the wall, you fool
Banged your head off the wall, you fool
Better than me? Better than who?
I'm better than you times two, you fool (shut up, fool)
Banged your head off the wall (shut up, shut up, shut up)
Banged your head off the wall, you fool (shut up)
[Verse 7: Jammer]
I'm that beast
Go to the ends and get my piece
Load up the mash, ready fi di beef
I've got the bullets in the end of the mash just like teeth
Bullets in the end of the mash just like bu-di-di-di
Bullets in the end of the mash just like bu-di-di-di
Bullets in the end of the mash just like bu-di-di-di
Bullets in the end of the mash just like teet'
Beef? Draw for the .44
Blast your whole jaw down the corridor
You know my jaw
'Cause you seen me on the DVD before and
Badderman said don't think you're raw
Might blast your whole jaw down the corridor
Man get left on the floor
It's the Murkle Man, yeah, you know the score
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