Lyrics Shakey - Ghetts, Rival, Griminal

Shakey

Dem manna move shakey, shakey, shakey
Us manna move gangsta, gangsta, gangsta (x4)
Yo, what’s happenin'
Pull out the mac start maccin' him
Body-bag anyone backin' him
Why you actin' arrogant?
Shots fly through the air like a javelin
MC’s left in an ambulance
Smell greatness in the ambience
Green-gate donny I’m a champion
They didn’t wanna fuck with me?
Now your girlfriend missin' like Madeline
Them man are chittin' with the chatterin'
Me?
I’m on flick innit grabbin' him
I might disperse a batch of ‘em
Might hit your chick on accident
Any contestant challengin'
Fuck what he’s said I’m havin' him
Now its dat again
Couple MC’s throwin jabs at him
I pack a punch like pacquiao
Pow-pow pussy pack it in
Man wanna act for the camera’s
Me versus you’s embarrassing
Manna just couldn’t manage us
Now that new companies establishin'
Lay out or get back to dem
I ain’t really with the ramblin'
Them hype some man talented
And now I am Kim K and Amberin'
Shake MC’s like tamberin
Done a man’s dance like ballerin'
Give me some months and I promise you
I’m-a be there mark your calenders
Came back from the mountain with this
Bag of bars 16's manna handlin' this
Pork on the riddim' manna go ham when I spit
Headshots from everywhere there’s angles to this
Never been a day that I ramp when I spit
Tell these lickle man their size foot nah wouldn’t fit
Ghetts never won no MOBO well?
Mike was iron without the championship
Shakeyman can’t stand with my clique
Who’s chattin' some shit I’ll erase everyone of your faculty quick
About clash
Never been a day I ain’t actively write
See I been patiently waiting
Hoping
Grinding for my time waiting to go in
Let an MC cross my path
That’s when I get my scope in
I let suttin park-in-son
Have a man moving shakey-shakey-shakey
Standard procedure don’t cross this line are you crazy?
I’m on a whole other level than before
Bury MC’s quickly man I send ‘em to the morgue
My freedom of speech makes me GANGSTA
That’s why I’m a rebel with a cause
I don’t wanna have to put the bally on I’m praying
These MC’s better let me know what the movie is and what character they’re
playing
I’ve been calm too long, I’m a bring back Ghetto and carry on the mayhem
I told Grim man are getting to comfortable
I told Devs don’t hold back fuck them all
I told Racks put 25 racks on a man’s head and see how long he’s untouchable
I told Rivs don’t worry if I’m good then you’re good and right now brudda
life’s wonderful
I’m lookin' like I won the lottery twice and 500 bags of refundable
I heard man are looking for me and my mates
What a bloodclart bunch of fools
Suck your mum, punch the wall
Them boy they’re only about 20 man up
Alone everyone of ‘ems vulnerable
Me?
I’m old school dan
I grew up with Rudy Huxtable
I used to compare my family to hers
I wish it weren’t so dysfunctional
But get one thing clear, we’re the musketeers;
All for one;
one for all
London born
Middle fingers up to a constable
Tell Mogie I’m Shere Khan from the jungle book
I don’t know what the fuck you thought
Furthermore done the talk
I got a line full of enemies
Stand up when your number’s called
Or get banged up like Uncle George
You ain’t gonna bang those guns for real
You better run and jump the wall
What you think man’s come to cause
My sons are anarchy
Your sons are frauds
You’ve been sippin' the badman juice again, and this time you’ve drunk it all
Can’t get away with that round here
Buttons are pushed and bloods are called
You should know what the time it is
Me?
I’m white-man punctual
You?
Bruv?
All on stuff?
You must be pullin' me leg mate
What a rassclart bunch of fool
Don’t make me fill one of these young guns with fuel
Gas man up make him run up in your crib change into uniform and run to school
Dem manna move shakey, shakey, shakey
Us manna move gangsta, gangsta, gangsta (x4)