Pull Up (Sly Mick III)

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MC Blance

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Pull up! When you see me in the street
In my gaff or in my car you know that I'll be in your face like "You what?"
Try to f*ck with me you'll die, you know
That I never lie, cause you haven't got the goons that I got
When you clock me moving hard, or trapping in my backyard
Don't snitch or I'll give you one eye like a cyclops
So take this as a fucking lesson, that I'm
Just not one for messing so I'd never ever think to pull up

You know it's Sly Mick
I'm fucking high risk
And I murder any beat on which that I spit
Don't try and f*ck with me
Or you will die quick
And I'll kick you from the Clyde right down to Ruislip, uh

I've got a Vauxhall Corsa but I use it as a hearse
To bodybag enemies and beats where I've spat a verse
But I don't deal in disstracks and I do not place a curse
I pull up on your street and see which one of us die first
I was Sly Mick the grey, now I'm kitted out in white
Abibas trackies cost me five and they've got that many stripes
I've seen you people party, taking it so fucking light
But I'll come your gaff with Buckie and the mandy all night

I'll hotbox your fucking house with the quantity I blaze up
Man you'll never get to sleep with the hour that we stay up
And we won't fucking leave your gaff 'til the entire day's up
Cause if you try and call the feds I'll shoot you like a layup

Pull up! When you see me in the street
In my gaff or in my car you know that I'll be in your face like "You what?"
Try to f*ck with me you'll die, you know
That I never lie, cause you haven't got the goons that I got
When you clock me moving hard, or trapping in my backyard
Don't snitch or I'll give you one eye like a cyclops
So take this as a fucking lesson, that I'm
Just not one for messing so I'd never ever think to pull up

It's dangerous to go alone when you come to my neighbourhood
Mick Avenue in which you'll find all of my favourite goons
We've got fucking firearms to fire off entire arms
Lasers pointed at you, I hope you've got a good eye in dark

Quit chatting, zig zag in
One, two to the throat then bag him
Three tracks I'm the GOAT, quit asking
Four stripes on the coat, high fashion
New passion, called splashing
Five K on a hoe then dashing
Six blades on my goons, Seven bullets in your frame
Yeah you eight going home what happened

Devious when I'm dealing with foes
Wheelie bins in which I'm putting your clothes
When the body's fucking hitting the floor
Shovels digging from the general store
Ain't no coroner when you come up to me
I'm not leaving nothing but a mystery
When I get to making yo ass history
Get your maw and we'll do some missionary

I got big dog status you know (You know)
So you don't have nowhere to go (To go)
And when they spot me in the streets always I see 'em flee
But that's just me, big M-I-C-K with the YT, ACAB

Pull up! When you see me in the street
In my gaff or in my car you know that I'll be in your face like "You what?"
Try to f*ck with me you'll die, you know
That I never lie, cause you haven't got the goons that I got
When you clock me moving hard, or trapping in my backyard
Don't snitch or I'll give you one eye like a cyclops
So take this as a fucking lesson, that I'm
Just not one for messing so I'd never ever think to pull up

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