| Bounty killer, man’s still in black
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| Bang this wacko jacko, you’ll think Thriller’s back (Boom)
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| We the hardest in the South, that’s still a fact
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| Big teeth in this Dirty Harry, that’s Cilla Black (Boom)
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| Better get low or stand back (Boom)
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| Like a missed call, man rang back
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| Big pistol, man brang that (Boom)
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| Had a hand ting way before the man backed
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| Talk about war, I’ll back that, clap that
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| Matte black, had it in the back of the hatch-back
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| Half my body out the window, slap-slap
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| Holdin' the front like you had a snapback-back
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| I don’t just trap-rap, brudda, I trap-trap
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| I don’t just talk about bodies, I catch that
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| I’ma have your head back, swingin' like a cat-flap
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| Man will pull up and pull out and smack that
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| Man was drillers before they sang that
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| Man had dinners before they had that
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| I knew killers before all the gang-gang
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| Talk about the five, man rat that
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| Talk about the grime, man had that
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| Talk about the .9, I grabbed that
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| Puttin' in teeth like my grandad
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| Hid the MAC underneath the sandbag
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| We weren’t bad, we were bad-bad (Boom)
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| Man but a watch and he put it on the ‘Gram
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| I buy a box and I put it into grams
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| If I get a Glock, then I put it in my hands (Boom, boom, boom)
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| 22-shot, might put in in your man
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| You a likkle man
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| If I hit him with a shot, it might cripple man
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| For your bread or your cheese, we might pickle man
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| You ain’t never had a toast and it flippin' jam
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| Might cook your sailfish, I’ll fritter man
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| Might pull the bones out, kipper, man (Click, click, click)
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| And I don’t eat pork but I go different, HAM
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| You wanna be boss
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| You wanna El Chapo (Boos)
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| I put man in my madness
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| I’ll have mandem on wacko (Yeah)
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| Talkin' that smoke
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| Got him tobacco
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| And man is just gone a bit capo (Er)
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| Scary with it (Yeah)
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| Get inside the car then
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| Might hit him with the carbon
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| Might Tivoli your garden (Yeah)
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| Just get him with it
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| Get him when he’s parkin'
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| And I tell you what
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| The nigga wasn’t laughin' (Haha)
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| Silly with it
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| Ring it off
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| Swingin' in a Merc'
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| We’re gonna hit him where it hurts
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| MAC-10 ringin' it berserk (Yeah)
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| Yeah, we’re the realest and the worst
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| This gift different from the curse
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| I got the villains in the back
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| Big H, milli' for a verse (Jheeze)
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| What’s up with that? |
| (Yeah)
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| Thinks he’s a rider
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| Mind now, clip in the big ting
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| This guy duck, it’s the decider (Er)
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| Violent, Giggs the designer
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| Lion, thinks he’s a tiger (Yeah)
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| Liger, too much talk
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| That’s risky saliva (Nah)
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| You could never bah bah for talkin' clever (Yeah)
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| Reach your block, MAC-10, salt and pepper (Yeah)
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| Brought that lead out
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| Slap that naughty bredder
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| Computer talk, don’t compute, it might error (Ha)
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| Man’ll get belted
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| Soft mutes, mandem all melted (Melted)
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| Hear the yute diss man
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| Boy got dealt with (Dealt with)
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| Yeah, mandem all selfish
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| Hallow can’t help it
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| Yeah, can’ll get broken up
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| Yeah, got ‘em on shellfish
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| Back to the future, back the machine up
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| MAC the computer
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| Step to the scene with mad men and move up
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| Back to the CREAM, I’m back for the moolah
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| That kinda mood and that man’s a loser
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| That’s an illusion, that’s not a shooter
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| Not entertainin' that kinda dude
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| ‘Cause he smokes crack and that’s an abuser
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| See how it all go
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| Mostly carats (Carats)
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| All this hate
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| They’re mostly parrots (Jokers)
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| Just linked with Darren
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| Shoppin' spree, emptied Harrods (Harrods)
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| I just beat that pussy
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| Later on, she sent me flowers (Nah)
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| I just blessed these powers
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| Fuck all that, I don’t mess with cowards (That's right)
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| It’s on messy hours
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| And time I got let’s leave nowers
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| That nigga’s a bitch
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| And it’s best we lowe her
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| High up in that messy tower
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| Peckham, I got SE power |