Come Look

Come look 'pon me, can you see me fully? William Hill, ten man outside the bookie Come gamble your life, I dare you, pussy Burner in the bush, if I keep it pushky Stratford originals, that's Vivi and Bully Where's my cash-grabbers and Gaza Woody? Dutty hood rat gyal just lookin' for nookie But I don't even look her, just copped a new splash Shit, I'm lookin' for cookies, and cop another cooker Balls of my jugga, made dua and jumah True say it's Friday, may all the oppers fry I mean, all my niggas come alive Fries, bean, broad day, Summer time The rider team, Ax Man, Kavy and Skai I can't even lie, me, I love the other side But let me talk paper, let me not glamorize Nah, fuck the paper, let me tell you 'bout the hammer size Let me take you through the hood, let me summarize Do you know how to lie? Look in your mumma's eyes? Would you notice somethin' missin' from a kitchen drawer Mummy don't know what I'm on a mission for Put two in his chest and give him some more Give 'em galore, had to kick in the door Playin' sports every day when you're livin to score Now it's hard, and his lungs and liver is sore Dutty writer, livin' on his last score Make them niggas suffer, in this newham borough My nigga in the can writin' time concurrent Weatherman had to go there and change the current Defense is offense, go and touch his noggin They be talkin' greasy, but I promise they're nothin' Cut the first man, have the rest of them cuttin' I'm not sellin' drugs, but what I got in my pores Big shotgun, I told you today I'm shottin' It's really shockin', electric shockin' When you finish all your bells, you gotta gun buck him Take all his goods, know to lock off the shubs 'Member it was five man had to hold up the hood We had to hold it up, hurry, load it up Put my chinger in his belly, now my bore is stuck That's disgustin', what you discussin' Hangin' on the other side, there's repercussions Left his face red up, now you think it's crushin' Left his face red up, now you think he's blushin' Gyally used to diss us, called us tracksuit boys Hand ting or the shotty, I can bang two toys Northside or Southside, go and make your choice Really and truly it's my set that's makin' noise The one that's got the machine, you won't hear his voice That's the one you avoid We all went to the party, he got destroyed No invitation, maddest niggas, baddest niggas of our generation They don't know gangster, make a demonstration Light him up, blaze him up, that's the cremation Freemason, go and touch three of them man, start celebratin' That's the elevation Ah, shit, we run this shit, not them On the block 24/7, three-six-five It's us never them, always outside, never inside Us man run this shit, them man can never catch up We all got this block on the lock, we run this shit Stratford shit, big guns, big money- Ask your bitch about us, ask them niggas about us, they know Yeah, baby, hahaha, fuck you niggas Don't Say Militancy