[Chorus: Tinchy Stryder]
We've got tings in boots
Under the seats? Nah, tings in boots
We've got tings in boots
Under the seats? Nah, tings in boots
Look, look, We've got tings in boots
Under the seats? Nah, tings in boots
We've got tings in boots (yeah)
Under the seats? Nah, tings in boots (come again, yo)
We've got tings in boots
Under the seats? Nah, tings in boots
We've got tings in boots
Under the seats? Nah, tings in boots
And again, we've got tings in boots
Under the seats? Nah, tings in boots
Bass-b-bass, bass, bass
[Verse 1: Prince Rapid]
Blood, don't let it get mucky
Smash in your jaw, blood, if you're not lucky
Gonna swear on my life that it's gonna get fucky
Blood's gonna pour and it's gonna get yucky
Dread, did you hear what I said?
Slam your gyally [?]
Repping MCs and we're never gonna bread
But I get bare head, dread, did you hear what I said, dread?
Crack! There goes your bone
Gonna get bore when the biro, then to the floor get thrown
Don't put bread on your own
Bow Church, Dockland, body get thrown
Don't moan, I'm in my zone
Gonna shine like chrome
My lyrics are my own and my fist has grown
I have shown that your lyrics have blown
Rapid is bad to the bone
[Chorus: Tinchy Stryder]
We've got tings in boots
Under the seat? Nah, tings in boots
End us quick? Got tings in boots
Don't try a ting, we got tings in boots
Blood, we've got tings in boots
Under the seat? Nah, tings in boots
End us quick? Got tings in boots
Don't try a ting, we got tings in boots
Bass-b-bass, bass, bass
[Verse 2: Slix]
(Send for the) Big heat, fire gets blazed
So much heat, eyeballs get dazed
Heat's so hot, enemies start sweat
And there's so much sweat so it makes floor wet
Mans get rough, tings get humid
Sound of the shot and I just blew it
Man start firing like Cupid
Leave the floor covered in a red fluid, yo
I bin 'em all with the millimetre
Inna every drama, I'm the cliffhanger
Inferno, ah nuh fire blazer
E3, man are creeper, no rustler
Low-layer, shooter, top hustler
In the war ting, yes, we conquer
He's getting sent, man get slaughter
Slew a boy, sharper than a Bic razor, yeah
[Chorus: Tinchy Stryder]
We've got tings in boots
Under the seat? Nah, tings in boots
End us quick? Got tings in boots
Don't try a ting, we got tings in boots
Blood, we've got tings in boots
Under the seat? Nah, tings in boots
End us quick? Got tings in boots
Don't try a ting, we got tings in boots
Bass-b-bass, bass, bass
[Verse 3: Tinchy Stryder]
Stryder, I'll come quick like storms
Slew any crew and I'm in top form
[?]
Man are badman, no fool, no norm, nah
Lower your tone before you get blown
And no remorse shown, I'm, I'm rock like stone
Keep bubbling [?]
Stryder, no simile, no clone
Return of the Stryderman, the hard man
So watch what you say before you get blown, man
As for the fake gunman
Dem ah start run when blast get bun
Who knows now? MCs ah go run
When [?] gets moved and you know Ruff Sqwad be the gang, man
Gunshots ah go burst and we lay lowkey
Anyway, E3 represent man
[Chorus: Tinchy Stryder]
We've got tings in boots
Under the seat? Nah, tings in boots
End us quick? Got tings in boots
Don't try a ting, we got tings in boots
Blood, we've got tings in boots
Under the seat? Nah, tings in boots
End us quick? Got tings in boots
Don't try a ting, we got tings in boots
Bass-b-bass, bass, bass
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