Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M.E.N III, artist - Bugzy Malone.
Date of issue: 27.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
M.E.N III |
Ayy, you see, as soon as I got to the hospital |
The nurses told me I’m lucky to be alive |
3 weeks later, I get a blood clot in my chest |
The shit nearly killed me |
And now I’m back |
They don’t call me the King of the North for nothing |
Watch this |
Alright, so mummy used to sell herself |
Drop couple rocks into a pipe and light it up |
Think I didn’t come from hell? |
My old bestie said my head’s gone, it must be mental health |
But I’ve got killers in my family, in case you couldn’t tell |
And I didn’t wanna see them niggas so I got it hella stealth |
And when I saw those idiots I told them by myself that I don’t fear nobody |
I still got opps that want me bodied, but them man are still living in a cell |
And if I have to go back there, I swear I’m going in |
I pray a lot these days in case I have to sin |
I tell 'em 'till my mouth goes dry and I need a drink |
I sleep well these days, I never miss a wink |
And no I didn’t catch the virus, though there’s pain in my chest |
A court case’s coming, fuck fame for a sec |
I’m gonna have to stand and take judgement again |
But I can look him in his eye, I have my baby to protect |
Couple things I’ve never said out loud, I just been living with it |
I’ve gotta speak out, though it’s fucking with my spirit |
A school tie around my neck and hanging from the ceiling |
He burst into the room, I was embarrassed when he see me |
So I put it to my wrist and yeah, I slit it |
Didn’t cut it deep though, I gotta say I shit it |
And mummy was a nitty |
But when I heard she turned one of her customers into my dad I gotta say I |
really nearly did it |
But I told myself, I would never do anything silly |
I told myself I would take it out on niggas that fuck with me |
And that’s why I never lost |
And that’s why I am a boss |
And that’s why I was the first one to rep my city |
I got fake friends talking like I don’t show intelligence |
Like I didn’t demonstrate due diligence? |
Man telling me about my residence, like I couldn’t give a green lie and leave |
no evidence |
Ah, place in the Louis |
Waves under the Doowie |
Skeleton Cartier so I can see through it |
See, there is levels to this British shit and me I’m top tier |
Any talk of me not being a legend stops here |
When the car pulled out, I knew that we was crashing |
And at that point my life was meant to start flashing |
I just blacked out, woke up on the concrete with feathers everywhere — the |
Moncler was ragged down |
Me, I had it mapped out |
Now I got the bleeding on the brain |
The same shit that killed my cousin, yeah, I swear I miss Dane |
Couple niggas turned out to be fake |
But I’m too rich to argue these days, so I just give it space |
On the hospital bed, the morphine had me trippin' |
Gigglin' at nothing, into reminiscin' |
Crashed doin' 70 without wearing a helmet |
Believe in God or not, there’s no denying a blessing |
I was on the wards, slowly healing |
Layin' on the bed and my chest was beating |
The blood clot passed through my heart and into my lungs |
And the pain was a deeper feeling |
I shouted for the nurse |
I could feel myself leaking with a face full of sweat |
Could barely catch my breath |
Even though I knew I was hanging by a thread |
I told the nurse that there is no way I’m dying on this bed |
Fuck that! |
(Ah) |
Now I’m supposed to feel weak? |
For some reason though I feel like a Wolverine |
Like I smashed the side of the car up with my physique, and left a big boy dent |
in the concrete |
They put me in the newspapers and magazines |
You better recognise a legend when you catch a sneak peak |
It’s not the first time I shed blood out on the street |
But the way they taped it off, it was like a murder scene, ah |
Fucking Bugzy Malone |
The fucking resurrection |
Yeah |
Ah |