Lyrics:
If you want a t-shirt bruv just ask
If I see any more boy better garms
Ill put on my V for Vendetta mask
And come to your shop and
Start wrapping up
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
my red rover Told that
Bitch to come over Locomotive with the drive local motives to get high
Local homies they just tryna get by, I’m tryna get
Ayo, somethin' funny, somethin' got you caught up in digs
It's me, why you wanna pimp with today?
Two made from the boy, yeah
Now, helpless, he's
flavs, god.
Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.
just won’t get a reciept
Now this ‘what we about to do
Take you on another mission with
The Boys in Blue there’s a few out there
That serve and protect
Lambrini to me
Dunno why you're talkin greazy to me
When I'm Rodney Price
Yo, I said all this laughing
Stops in a minute
Letting off 28 shots in a minute
causing a
Heist in the game man I'm probably
Causing this haters to pray for mercy
To competition show no mercy
Confrontation make a mess
We cleaning out
African
Akebulan, X God you be African
Acting black
I've come too far now to be turning back
Walter Rodney
I'm the spook who sat by the door
While you ran
Boo got a blunt in his ear!
Chea, it's me and Raw DI this time, bastards
I got my little brother Capo on this one, too
Yeah, haha, that's right
Young
cleaning
Brand new spanking street-sweeper
Been in the game, I’m knee deep
I like good head, I like good reefer
All my niggas strapped and ready
To set it
into a birdie
She said boy by the looks of you I know your house is dirty
She say she like that dirty dirty it be on her mind
But she don’t look to fit
we do it big then you boys is right
Spending more dough than you saw in ya life
And that's just what ya boy spent on the dice
Instigatin' you
Buck, buck, niggas get fucked, don't step to this
Quiet as kept I'm blessed on a quest with a death wish
Tell 'em to come and test, and arrest, nigga
"This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area"
Gilla House niggas!
[Reggea adlib]
[Hook]
"Want you to know, ya"
'Round here
don't fuck with nobody
I'm just not anybody
I can't fuck with everybody
Who the fuck is you boy, you out your body
Beat a nigga down like 12 did Rodney
own a body in the cape
He looked at me "Unc I'm a G though"
This was when he was like three though
To-Lu, they come for his kilos
But he got a bag
chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Fuck your love songs
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do
the world about to clash boy
Guns in a rave riding around with the
If Adam was first then imma be the last one
Turn the world around
Disclamer
Bitch I’m
are rats im the snake, cause in the grass imma wait
And I'm surrounded by gorillas true to life killers that will turn your noodle to pasta to run this
troops ya house better be bomb proof
Or we can put them guns down
And throw the arms too
Haymakers, I'ma put everything in this
Punch like prom juice you
the grim reaper
Look like it's time for spring cleaning
Brand new spanking street-sweeper
Been in the game, I'm knee-deep
I like good head, I like good
relief
Like a Vicodin
I don't know about a confidant
But I can tell you one thing, I'm confident
Okay
The powers that be try to come in and expose her
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