P110, Trendsetter, USG You know who it is Listen, Yo No way out the system, I think its time to live with it I'm a big man with the strap, nah I ain't a kid with it So you won't see meCheddar bobbin up my shit with it You see me on the strip with the shit, With the extra clip with it Listen, I'm ready to get it popping You know me G, don't give a Fuck about nothing If it's beef, then its beef, it is what it is I'll just run up to your whip with the 5th and let it spit, Bang! Start popping up your shit Running up with 9 mils, take the lock off, let it lick Treat the shit like champagne and let it pop off like a lid I don't care if you're a dad, I'll let the Glock off at your kid, listen Listen, it's best you switch it up You'll be surprised how these little things be lifting niggas up I'm talking 5 inch barrel, .45 Calibre 11 in the clip, I'm aiming at you, it's a massacre Look, I'm getting back at ya Look, I'm about to slap at ya I'm in your mums house, holding you hostage, with a strap to you Think its all talk until I actually clap at you And now you're on the floor from a slug, the shit splattered you Listen, no strap, I'm still attacking you I'll shank a nigga up or punch him up, I ain't just slapping you Look, if you're my boy and it's beef, of course I'm backing you But most man ain't backing you, they'll watch man just batter you None of that where I'm from, you ain't backing me? Then fuck off Cause' I'm the first there with the ting ready to bust off If it's beef, not no more, I'm my own man Can't influence me to do shit, I've got my own plan I'm cold, snow fam Got flows, you know fam Ain't skep' and em's boy but trust me g I'm a flow dan I'll be rolling with the blade ready to poke man So pick your times right before you even try provoke man I'm a slimy cunt, I will size you up Pick a weapon of choice And leave you with a snidey lump on the side of your face For when you wake up, take your J cup And leave your mate tryna fix your face with make-up You'll be chilling grazed up, while' I'll be chilling raised up Off this J cup, I sold it to my mate, look Now there's a big smile on my face look Yeah I'm made up, trust me crime pays up What? So it's a war ting? Don't talk shit to me cause' you've been out all night snorting You're twisted and gassed, so I'ma lowe you till the morning Cause' if I check a guy, I'm leaving niggas in the walk-in Fuck a warning, I'm giving man a caution And you only get one before I leave a nigga scorching So best you be cautious who you walk with And who you talk with and who you be eating beef and pork with Cause' niggas talk shit, run back and talk shit And certain man don't talk it They'll just leave man all stiff, get me drift I know a couple killers from the bits Most of them have turned snitch Some of them got rich and then dipped Some are still about on the strip but they don't brag So hardly no one knows, it's a myth And that's how they'll keep it You want beef? They'll beat it They ain't clapping from far, they're running up to make you eat it I'm from Liverpool where it's all happening Where niggas pack big .45's and they be clapping em And when it's beef niggas roll out in robbed cars Or on a crosser, middle fucking finger to the sarge Don't chase me, you won't catch this CR red rocket I'm on the back of it with that 9 in my pocket Look I've cocked it so don't get too close Or I'll be forced to spin around and whip it out and let it pop Tell the driver keep driving, don't even think about stopping No time to get nicked, wash it down and get rid Lay low for couple weeks and then we're back on the strip Pen to paper, then we're back with a couple vids Say it's beef, wait there, I'll be back with couple kids Couple fifths, couple sticks, leave a man in couple bits I'm like don't piss me off Cause' when I hit the strip I ain't coming back until I've let the suttin' lick This is my Fire In The Booth without Charlie Cause' if I spat this on his show, you would see the shit blow But you can't swear so it gets blurred You'll probably listen to the shit and probably couldn't hear a word It's nice though cause' you know my flows like Nitro So I hit Charlie with suttin' different, suttin' ice cold Yeah that Ice In The Booth, that run up with the shank shit and start... I'm out on the roads 24's, getting gwop in Ain't looking for beef but if it's beef I'll get it popping Phone JP and tell him bring the bag round with the Glock in Phone M and tell him send the car round with the jock in Watch me straight hop in, the Glock gets to cocking I get to dumping, your boys get the coffin Up blood once these big slugs get to bussing Cause' the windows roll down and then pop and then we're dussing Simple, straps got big teeth like a pit-bull And if it touches you, you end up in the hospital Look, you man are little I'm big up in this game, you man are kidult Hood? You've never been that So stop talking shit look and fix up Before the strap claps and fucks your shit up I see you driving past, you're getting lit up The 9 hits your car side door or fuck your hip up .45 hit your car, it's probably good to rip the shit up Money-money-money, it's like that's what it's about I'm the kid who's got the O's of ched when mans a shouting drought Don't think you can come round and fuck with mans shit Cause' J be like pass the fifth, let me put it in his mouth Itching to let it pop, I be like focus on the gwop And when I blow you know we're nice, we won't be dealing with no box Snitches on the street who blatant talk to the plod And man are still chilling with them like it's normal but it's not But fuck it, if I get the chance, I get to suttin' Bally'd up, foggy night, slap it, hit man in the stomach I've got no love for snitches, no love for bitches And man who associate with both of them are victims And even dodgy women be deceiving, don't forgive them If they rat you out because you wan' shag but won't get with them Trust kid they're different, they don't move like us Cause' they tell you that they love you but it's not love it's lust, trust What? You wanna get smacked up? I can be on my own, you'll have to still call for backup I'm backing out shanks and you're getting stabbed up Once I phone slap stuff, no charges when the mac bucks You get me cause' bare shells on your mat look Man stood outside, rinsed and bounced like a mattress You man are actors, you've never let shit clap Me I've really clapped it, been shooting all erratic Plod coming to me door looking for semi-automatics Obviously I've got it on me What, you think I'm doing shootings then running back to my mums g That's how you know these fucking dumb feds are clumsy They be waiting for a tip off, an address to go and kick off While' I be in the sit off with the petty, wiping shit of Want beef then piss off, cause' I'm about my P's But I'll still back it out and let it clap and you'll get writ off Listen you know who it is, Aystar, USG, I ain't new to this Think I'm gonna argue with these dumb stupid kids Or argue with a gyal over some stupid shit Obviously you don't know me then but you thought you did Now you're talking big, okay Umbrella, walking stick, leather coat, you already know what's popping The big shotty, when I see that nigga best be hop in the shop Or a ken or suttin' cause' when the burner bangs I'm running at your whip banging off, looking to murder man Aystar I'm on the block, I ain't scared of man See me everywhere, don't give a fuck what you heard of man Oh what you heard of me? What, you want a word with me? Move carefully or end up with a 3rd degree burn off the .32 One in your knee from the .32 semi's leaving you in A&E, check it