Lyrics:
you ain't down then keep it moving
I'm surrounded by poison get any closer you're poisoned
Gun shots are enforcing promoters endorsing the torch is...
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
on
Cause I don't give a fuck
We going H.A.A.M on these streets
But we not police
We them Double Down Deuce boys from DC
See Lee, and he seem so friendly
Try
Det räcker där
Ja
Nu hör jag alltså väldigt lite frida!
Free as a bumble bee
I'm down
And I feel depressed
Sitting
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
in heavy debt, and that's a shoutout Andy H
30k for a semester shit I shoulda gone to Pace
Homie when I see a freshman, I can tell just by the face
Hilltop
The H is for Hilltop (Hilltop, check!)
H is for, the H is for Hilltop
I'm feeling like I'm MJ singing about Billie Jean
Lighting up the city
underneath my ride, fortified keep it by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by
Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You
the alphabet
It's gon be hot
Nah nah you gotta show me that I don't know
Bro I got you
A B C
D E F G
H I J K L M N O P
Q R S
To that T U V
To the W X to the Y
to keep it
Real if you want to make the bills ?
And that's real really, my thugs for me put your fists in the air yeah.
Nigga come into the war and I'm
on the Whitey so
See just Black and White?
There's no room for that in the '90s, yo
I'm still a bill and still checkin' mics
One-two a whole year later
Made you
N17 Bricksquad
Dough
Chase that money like a h*e
Money coming in bill folds
I'm only stacking when i'm broke
That's why i'm tryna get this dough
the glow that I had can no longer glisten
I've been crossed so many times, I'm debatin' on if I'm Christian I don't see him
I don't see the God that you're
my bills are gettin' thick
And my job gives me power
So let me get in the shower, washing and singing
Oops, I got an h our
Jump out of the shower
Keepers Baby
Out Here PT.1 & 2
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from
really that simple shit get harder by the week
I’m keeping at it coz I wanna see me eat, dawg.
Cop me a new crib, dawg.
Get my momma rich , dawg.
She ain’t
My pilot light has flickered out
You've knocked me off the hook
The person you are trying to reach
Is no longer here
I'm not really tall, dark
thing I've lived by
And it's so real"
A little "G" to the "H"
"E" to the "T"
"T" to the "O"
Now tell me what you see
I'm just ghetto
I'm just me
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!
My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I
are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My
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