Sunday 9 November 2008

ghetto

"In Plaistow, Green Gate, PR Lane, I bring arms back up to Larch Close
You better back up ya arsehole, pack up and go back up to Harlow
I got a shot like Ronaldo, precise from a long range
So don't come around here like your name holds weight
From where you come from that's a long way
Round here we hustle like Rick Ross
I'll run up on a prick and make his chick watch
While I strip him, send him home with his clothes back to front, suttin like kriss kross
I'll do my ting, do yours, been in a few wars, trustories, I do more
He came to my house and kicked in my door
Next day I made him pay for a new door, he ain't a bad boy
I took man to the cashpoint, fucking with me was a bad choice
You're twenty-eight, why the FUCK am I hearing your dads voice?
I never knew you was that boy's pussy
Some niggas flip when they sniff the personality, stip to the script
cos I'll be in the bitch with a stick and a...
(Aggy mode)
Black jacket, black hat to match it, you prats have had it
I'll clap the 'matic and wrap your package, do the mathematic
I've got crack for the addicts, comebacks are rapid
So quick you could have an asthmatic panic
It's no shit, how much of that could you manage?
I'm hopeless, attached to the habit
Your brain cells will naturally vanish
I actually damage, you know the end has to be tragic
You can't adapt to the baggage
Threaten me but I'll be back with a ratchet
If it ain't that I'll attack you with acid
I'll swing 'til I'm knackered then capture the maggot
Now he's trapped in the attic, got more tools than Gary the mechanic
With a knife in the waistline, you can say BYE to this panic
Them niggas ain't done no drive by shootings
Watch when I buy my new ting, nothing but nightlife cruising
If I see you on the sideline snoozing
You'll have your hands in the air like a highfive, looking back in hindsight fuming
You better get them size nine's moving
Or there'll be a body on the pavement, feds can't find nobody for a statement
Back goes the shotty in the basement, ain't done softly, I'm blatant
When it comes to hospitals I know nobody wanna be a patient
Laugh no more like comedy's ancient, no jokes at all
It's fun when I go to brawl, it's done when I fold my tool
Overall I can hold the fort, I've poke em all"