Lyrics Goonz - Marger, Scrufizzer, No Lay

Goonz

'Ey you man
Come
I know some goonz I will boss
Know a lot of goonz that’ll ride
Any man who thinks they could violate a boss
I will leave them barely alive
A lot of my goonz that did trap
Never got a lot of goonz how to do grime (?)
A lot of nextman trying to jump in the way
That’s a lot of nextman getting high
A few of my goonz that go uni
A lot of my goonz that do grime
A lot of my goonz that beat slags
But have never been more in love with their wife
Know some goonz with no heart
Never ever leave my side
Unless they roll outside of ya house
Getting busy with the new .45
I don’t wanna get more high
I don’t wanna see more mumsies cry
I don’t wanna see her look to the sky
When deep down she knows her son did fright
Look I can’t lie
Not a good life but still I’m on the grime
Still I got a lot of cats calling my line
Still kill a man don’t walk with a shine
Cause I’m here becoming a victim of crime, a victim of grime
Thought it was thoughts in my head when I rhyme
And I showed respect when I talk on the mic
Dem man know when I talk on the hype it’s real
I just talk about life
Talk about death, talk about light
Talk about dark, boast about fights
You might say the level of the marsh
Rapping is still unprepared in the carp
Cause there’s a real
Bark
Zombie
Better with a weapon in the dug
The rows getting cold everybody keeps telling me
Man are trying to threaten me
Chatting about weaponry
Let it squeeze
These enemies aren’t getting me
We can erase anything
Bredah I take any Ps
Living in the jungle like Professor Green
On a dance get licked
Before you did hennessy on the weekend
There were get waves to get to the match floor
Money and Drinks
Rave in the flats
Pour henny
The fellas who died
I’ll buck you in heaven alright
Can’t wait 'till he lands row
But right now imma stag though
I’m a goonnette ruthless vet
I’m walking coughing
While I lose my head
Marker
There’s always a circle of drama
She can be hard
But trust I go harder
I might stay underground
I don’t think I’m a chart
I’m a gooz got a big dirty rasclat burner
Money earner
I got a mind like Turner
Cause money’s got nothing to do with it
It’s ludicrous politics
I stick it on a chick living on the edge
Like my horns on the side of a cliff
I’m piff as God as my witness
My goonz
Everyone’s a gangsta in grime and hip-hop
A lot of fellas lost to think they’re Rick Ross
Talk a lot of gas and make the block hot