R.S.M.D Remix

[Intro]

Ruff Sqwad man dem

Man dem, man dem, man dem

Ruff Sqwad man dem

Ruff Sqwad man dem

[Verse 1: Prince Rapid]

I want a round of applause

We're still here, still strong, still didn't fall down to the floor

You better be handling yours

City to city, you know that we're handling tours

You know I've got my hand in the door

Bring you? Don't know if I can anymore

I put my time and the money in the music

You spend money on the booze and whores

This straight pain on the track, made in the Mac

We stay in a pack, aim and attack

I spent all day on my arse with the MacBook

Now I've got a slight pain in my lap

I've got new aims and views

So I ain't got a minute to be gazing at you

We both want opposite things in life

And the game these days ain't based on the truth

[Verse 2: Slix]

Real n****s make way when I'm passing

Girls say I'm drop-dead gorgeous

But I'ma live forever, I ain't passing

You flow like Ronaldo, you ain't passing

I am out of this world; I'm a Martian

Light up the track, arson

Pricks hate but I couldn't give a rass' and

I make your boys run around like Arsène

Yeah, yeah, fresh out the gym

Looking like I just land fresh out the bin

I ain't Chip Diddy Chip but money, I get it in

Now I've got girls talking 'bout my diamond rings

And I'm having a whale of a—

I'm old school like Ada, bruv

You n****s ain't dons, I ain't hailing ya

Hustler, I set sales like a sailor does, ha

[Verse 3: Roachee]

When you see me with the Ruff Sqwad man dem

You might see me in the background, ready to handle any madness

You ain't seen swagger like these Black men

And when they come around, them man there bring a hand ting

I done told a boy we're champions, anthem after anthem

The gang members still ain't having it

Before Dirty Canvas was family and the family are expanding

Pure rasclart badmen

Last Man Standing, I was a handful with a hand tool

I was the last man standing

Tall, dark and handsome so I had a handful of gyal dem

I took Michelle home and smashed it

Bad bitches go H.A.M on it

After we lashed, I called a cab like "get out of here"

Some gangster ting, back pocket full of plastic

20 bag jobs 'cause I gotta make the stack big

[Verse 4: Stutta]

Yo, that's the man dem

You better make way when I'm landing

And if you try block my path

Then I'm gonna move you out the place that you're standing

First class when I'm stamping

I don't swerve on tracks, I'm handling

Them man are not tight on tunes

Spitting off-beat, all they're doing is amping

Fuck that, man are A star

No underachiever

And I get what I want when I want like a diva

Piss me off and I'll flip like a dealer

And I try to keep myself enclosed

But they wanna open me up like a sealer

But don't cross this path

'Cause I'ma guard it like a school keeper

[Verse 5: Dirty Danger]

Big verse, I'ma lay that

Got a big catalogue of beats, you can play that

Man dem are feeling my styley

If they saw me in the flesh, they wouldn't say that

Dumb dudes, two-faced

Them man there talk shit, need toothpaste

I keep it kick push like Lupe

So I can live life in a new way

I've got style 'pon style 'pon styley

Your girl goes raving just to find me

She heard that I keep it grimy

Said she wanna come try me, try me

Been around the globe

But I still bang shit for the road

Where the yout' dem chill on the black scary roads

So it ain't safe bringing out your BlackBerry Bold

[Verse 6: Tinchy Stryder]

I'm a true artist

With my words, I'm painting pictures

Done proved all my ancient scriptures

Next up, show me the fixtures

Get slaughtered, dead, carcass

Goodbye to the game, you can kiss this

I'm billed on the famous hitlist

Wiz Khalifa high, top this

Sold 'em a million singles

So the money never folds or jingles

Stacks; bags

Racks on racks on racks, simples

Onto some next gigs

Heading up north on the M6

Getting head in the back of the X6

Rockstar, Elvis

[Verse 7: Shifty Rydos]

When I talk, you know what to expect

I tell it how it is; respect

Next he gonna feed the world

I've got two passports, I'ma take it to the next step

You n****s talk cake but you're starving

Took more than a slice, no Marvin

If you need help, n***a, start asking

Don't know about you but I'm lasting

Let me duppy this, quick time murder

Do life in the game, no murder

I'll run up on a n***a with a burqa

Like "where's my cash?", murder

It feels so good to be back here

New man, new day, show no fear

I told you back then that I don't fuck about

You n****s are not near

[Verse 8: Lee Brasco]

The man dem ride out like a wolfpack

The dress code's all-black

I'm a python, everybody dies when I bite them

And I will strike them, so fall back

I'm part of a venomous tribe

And I'm not sharing, no generous guy

Go back to the future, ahead of my time

It's my year, I'm setting my time

And I'm ride-or-die like a lifer

Hustler, I break down food like a grinder

Still a star in the hood, T's a stryder

Get pretty girls for the (man dem, man dem)

We can all get a shiner

They know flee's in town when they meet this

High five, respect for the remix

They wanna jump on the wave? Cool

But they'll end up seasick

[Verse 9: Young C]

Chris, I ain't one of the man dem

But trust me, I'm down for the man dem

Mostly, I'm flee and handsome

I make P off UK randoms

Haters fucked, damn them

But I ain't gay, don't watch man

E3 Flee Gang, so skeng

[?] got that grey ten

I move with Gs, amen

Holy Ghost, white Benz

Yeah, I'm flee to the max

See this swag? One or two racks

Friday night, one or two slags

Collecting P, one or two bags

Yeah, I'm MJ bad

You ain't down with the man dem, you must be mad