Come Look

Come look 'pon me, can you see me fully? William Hill, ten man outside the bookie Come gamble your life, I dare you, pussy Burner in the bush if I keep it cushty Stratford, the originals, that's Vivi and Bully Where's my cash-grabbers and Gaza Woody? Dutty hood rat, gyal just lookin' for nookie But I don't even look her Just copped a new splasher I'm lookin' for cookies Then cop another cooker Balls off my jooker, made Du'a in Jumu'ah True say it's Friday, may all the oppers fry Ameen, all my niggas come alive Fry his bean, broad day, Summer time The rider team, Axeman, KV and Skai I can't even lie, me, I love the other side But let me talk paper, let me not glamorise Nah, fuck the paper Let me tell you 'bout the hammer size Let me take you through the hood Let me summarize Do you know how to lie, lookin' in momma's eyes? When you know there's somethin' missin' from a kitchen drawer Mummy, don't know what I'm on a mission for Put two in his chest and give him some more Give 'em galore, had to kick in the door Playin' sports every day, when you're living to score Now his heart, and his lungs, and liver is sore Dirty rider, livin' on his last score Make them niggas suffer in this Newham Borough My nigga in the can ridin' time concurrent Weatherman, had to go there and change the current Defense is offense, go and touch his noggin They be talkin' greasy But I promise they're nothin' Cut the first man, have the rest of them cuttin' I'm not sellin' draws, but what I got in my paws Big shotgun, I told you today I'm shottin' It's really shockin', electric shockin' When you finish all your bells You gotta gun, buck him Take all his goods, known to lock off the shoobs 'Member it was five man had to hold up the hood We had to hold it up, hurry, load it up Put my chinger in his belly, now, my borers stuck That's disgustin', what you discussin'? Hangin' on the other side, there's repercussions Left his face red up, now, you think it's crushin' Left his face red up, now, you think he's blushin' Gyal used to diss us, call us tracksuit boys Hand ting or the shotty, I can bang two toys Northside or Southside, go and make your choice Really and truly, it's my set that's makin' noise The one that's got the machine You won't hear his voice That's the one you'll avoid We all went to the party, he got destroyed No invitation, maddest niggas, baddest niggas of our generation They don't know gangster, make a demonstration Light him up, blaze him up, that's the cremation Freemason, go and touch three of them Man start celebratin', that's the elevation (elevation) Ah, shit, we run this shit, not them On the block 24-7, three-six-five It's us never them, always outside, never inside Us-man, run the shit, dem man can never catch up (grr!) We all got this block on the lock We run this shit Stratford's shit, big guns, big money Ask your bitch about us Ask them niggas about us, they know Yeah, baby, hahaha, fuck you niggas! Don't say militancy