Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song East Meets South, artist - Ghetto. Date of issue: 15.08.2010
Song language: English
East Meets South |
| Hear what I’m saying |
| Right now it’s Ghetto |
| E13, all day long |
| I’m here now with my nigga Buck OTB |
| Southside SE17 |
| I’m from the ends where we bang bang these Southside streets |
| And I linked with N.A.S.T.Y crew’s Ghetto from the East |
| Got siege on my side and he’s ready to squeeze |
| Heard about Sidewinder so fuck Flirta D |
| 'Cause we got 'em toys |
| When you spit, you don’t say no bars |
| You just make a lot of noise |
| Hype hype dssh |
| Hype hype eurghh |
| Cock back squeeze, leave you right right durr |
| Boy, the stuff you pulled bugged me |
| You remind me of Kanu |
| Skinny, tall and ugly |
| When we roll to Pecknarm, you know where the thugs be, guns be |
| I push you like we push drugs |
| You’re a little mug, don’t have to be on ITV for us to feed you slugs |
| 'Cause I’m back in the |
| Skengs we be grippin' it |
| If it’s on, cock back, we be lickin' it |
| On the grad, here today, know we be flippin' it |
| Flirta on the floor, fucked up on the door, blood be drippin' here |
| Get it right, this is it G |
| One more word, no more smooth nights at ministry |
| Fuck you what you heard, it weren’t nothin' but nonsense |
| Who said I’m a dead man? |
| And I’m up and I’m conscious |
| You niggas must be bonkers |
| Fuckin' with monsters |
| I’ll catch when you least expect it and dump you in Romford |
| I came, I saw, I conquered |
| Your brain’s on the floor like converse |
| No strays in the door |
| It’s blatant that I aim for your jaw |
| I’m straight from the gutter |
| Around here, we don’t rate the pompous |
| If you fuck with Ghetto, buss the metal |
| You don’t want it with us, on a level |
| Don’t doubt it, I’m about it |
| And you know I’m down with the foul clip |
| For a round quick, with a shot to your face when the roundhouse kick |
| Two caps to your face, now bow down bitch |
| And in my town, you were tryna' clown and left to drown on spit |
| You ain’t real, on the account of it |
| But still you feel, you’re down for it |
| I’m skilled in the field, mad with a shield |
| You can run but you can’t hide, in the field |
| The only reason you’re alive because I know niggas that’ll lick out your eye |
| for a bill |
| I’m straight from the grime, it’s real |
| Because this is what happens when South meets East |
| OTB, N.A.S.T.Y Crew |
| Get it right, we squeeze |
| The boy Buck and Ghetto don, we run the streets |
| We say fuck pussy niggas 'cause we roll with G’s |
| You see, this is what happens when South meets East |
| Two real niggas, you don’t want our people to pouch |
| Without people around, my people are foul |
| I don’t want to have to leave you 6 feet in the ground |
| Now look at him |
| Now look at him, swear |
| I was listening to radio last night and I was sending for you, you know |
| Thought I heard something from you? |
| You think I give a fuck? |
| He’s sounding like Crazy Frog and shit |