[Intro: Skepta, Chronik, Tempa T, Esco, Frisco]
Brrap brrap, brand new Plastician, are you listening?
Chronik, Skepta, Temps, Big Bars, Frisco
Yeah, yeah, yeah, real niggas doing real things
Tottenham, Leytonstone, go on then!
[Chorus: Skepta]
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
[Verse 1: Frisco]
And I'm back now, back out of the background
Fake niggas bеtter back down or get smacked down
I'vе got the chap for the track now
I'm a bad boy MC so don't tempt me
And when I've had beef I ain't backed out (I ain't backed out)
I'm live in my ends, got guys in my ends that will go loud and get strapped out
So know yourself and be easy
Bars ain't cooly, commercial or cheesy, it's natural for me to be greazy
And I still never tapped out, still roll through your ends in a car that's blacked out
Still sticking up dudes and picking up food, shotting wraps to cats that are cracked out
What 'dem man chat bout? (Dickhead!)
Diss my team watch your teeth get slapped out
[Chorus: Skepta]
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
[Verse 2: Skepta]
When I'm wearing a glove, boy better know I got some sort of firearm in my pocket
If I don't draw for the bucky and pop it, draw for the taser, put it on the pussy and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it, lucky that the little pussy didn't get lit up like a rocket
This ain't a real recognise real, so how comes my yute didn't clock it
I don't care what he says when he's on the mic, how can I be afraid of an MC
He's not a skeng man, I disagree
'Dem man have got artillery, so have we
You couldn't duppy anybody in my family and go home and drink tea
If you see me at your house party, boy better know Skepta ain't come to MC
[Chorus: Skepta]
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
[Verse 3: Chronik]
I'm on the stairs with no steps on, no teflon, two straps any ends that I step on
Make a step wrong, man are headstrong, the mask and the gloves is like wearing a condom
Drop like a baseball, get racial, nobody bell nine bells will be facials
Stop waiting, no patience, I'll lick out your face then race back to London
Real niggas who are doing real things, might run up in your set with a ting
Gunshots fling, hit the side of your set there's a queue for man that are shining bling
Real niggas and they're doing real things, like Skepta said they'll swing
If you're on some eediat flex then, with my team they won't win
[Chorus: Skepta]
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
[Verse 4: Tempa T]
Everybody knows that we do real things, bark off man's face don't care 'bout face
Dead man off on the roadside, push two slugs through face and one through his headside
About in the bits, who's locked for the belly
Organise moves, hot things go through
We got lengs for the business too, we're scoping picking up packages too
If feds roll up and guys get caught, end up in court
Don't say words in court, man don't snitch or tell no fibs
Say no more don't breathe no shit
Stay focused don't let things slip
Keep your eyes open don't burst in the bits
We're about my guys know what it is
Slew Dem, we're down for the shit
[Chorus: Skepta]
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
[Verse 5: Esco]
If I flick up my top and back out this nina
Aim at his beemer, bark off shots who's on this ting bruv
Tear out his back glass make him spend long at the BMW main dealer
That's if the bullets don't kill ya, come to my bits I'm one of the main dealers
Benz's to Q's, turn the Q's up to half a B, now it's a half a box to keys
Shower down sets and I get a response
Hands cover eyes when I give man a dose
You'll probably think there's yeast involved when I say that man make bread and we've held hot toast
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Open that quicker than a fake Stoney velcro coat
Straps with more bass than a trombone
Are you nuts?
[Chorus: Skepta]
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
Real niggas and we do real things
When it's beef everybody swings
Big man conversation when the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
[Outro: Chronik]
Slew Dem, Meridian, TMT, Plastician
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Real niggas doing real things
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