| Yeah, yeah, yeah, know what it is
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| FT, man know what it is
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| Get thumped in the mouth, you’ll be holding a lip
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| And if that’s not enough, get the whole of the clip
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| Fuck holding your ribs
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| Shell a pagan’s headback, leave him ghosting
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| Make him shake, that’s the wickedest shit
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| Make him froth at the mouth and shit
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| Out and about
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| Can’t educate Merky about dirt
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| Twelve till six I be putting in work
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| Trap all night doing shifts with Splurt
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| Six till twelve, that’s trap all day
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| Bally on my face, that’s bedtime, mate
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| But know what it is when you see my face
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| Curl up, scar up, long time pain
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| They’ll never breathe if you test my aim
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| Have a man living in a photo frame
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| Was a good yout, it’s a real big shame
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| Can’t control these thoughts in my brain
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| Drive round town from day to the night
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| That’s how I maintain my way
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| Ride on pricks from night to the day
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| Ain’t tryna get locked by the jakes
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| Lay low, doors locked off ends in a tinted vehicle
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| Parked up in a rich white estate
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| I ain’t really tryna go and support the seat back
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| Man, I just get brain
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| Bunning on the amnesia and I’m telling you now
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| That batch was great
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| Playing games on the iPhone
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| While I’m listening to Juicy J
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| Know what it is
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| FT, man know what it is
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| Merky ACE, know what it is
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| When I say it on the intro, you know what it is
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| Know what it is
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| FT, man know what it is
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| Merky ACE, know what it is
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| When I say it on the intro, you know what it is
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| I’m a next kettle of fish
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| I’m not the guy that you wanna fuck with
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| Fuck a war dub, meet me on the strip
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| Show me the skengman bars that you spit
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| You ain’t got one, you just fib
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| And you can’t even get one, your family’s a myth
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| I’m so FT, I was born inna dis
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| It’s in my genes to be
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| Know a few white men, we do business
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| Grime scene knows me cause I do big hits
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| In the ends where the crackhead piercing their lips
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| And the smackhead don’t feed their kids
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| Come to the bits, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| And get set up by the lookout kid
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| Real life, this ain’t a movie script
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| Pay-as-you-go, then dash that chip
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| I’m a next type of guy
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| I’m that guy that you want on your side
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| When the beef kicks off, when the slugs all fly
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| Man know what it is when I let that sky
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| Fuck an eyepatch, if I hit you in the eye
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| Know what it is, you will turn duppy
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| I bet you thought I was gonna say die
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| Think it’s a bar till your head gets fried
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| Feel deep when I haffi mek marjays cry
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| I’d rather break bread than dissect pie
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| Keep a low profile, I always try
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| But the four fizz loud, swear down, no lie
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| Dem man are from ends but they’re not like I
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| Dem man dere are batty boys on the sly
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| The FT CD’s a serious hype
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| Your CD was shite, man already know
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| Know what it is
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| FT, man know what it is
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| Merky ACE, know what it is
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| When I say it on the intro, you know what it is
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| Know what it is
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| FT, man know what it is
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| Merky ACE, know what it is
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| When I say it on the intro, you know what it is |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Know What It Is , by - Merky Ace. Song from the album All Or Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп