Lyrics Pull It - Stormin, Merctson

Pull It

No time-wasting, I’m the one that’s kicking it off
I used to be the road yout, the one that’s licking it off
Always been a hard bredda, no, I’ve never been soft
Always been about money but there’s never enough
Never paid for boxes, I was ticking them off
Now I’m selling out box office, kicking it off
Fans go home, say that I’m ripping it up
Sponsored by Ghost, my dons are sipping it up
When I’m smoking, you know that it’s the top of the top
When I was young, I saw Pay As U Go on Top of the Pops
I said to my pops: «time to put the family «Tell them I’m coming down and writing bars and flipping the box
Sixteen years old, I took no locks
Wasn’t good at shotting, every time, I flopped
I can say I’ve had my bars on lock
So when I spray, the DJ will (pull it)
When we’re in the dance, jumping on stage
We make the DJ (pull it down)
Spray one bar, get an uproar
And the DJ will (pull it down)
When we’re in the dance, jumping on stage
We make the DJ (pull it down)
Spray one bar, get an uproar
And the DJ will (pull it, pull it, pull it)
Enter the dance with my bouncer, Bullet
If it kicks off, he’ll pull it
Going on rude like Gullit, how can I put it?
Don’t want no beef tonight, but should it
Kick off, then heads get lick off
Then you’ll get moved to, but it shouldn’t
Move smart, risk my career?
I wouldn’t
Waste my money on girls?
I couldn’t
Rep my firm just like
Never catch me in a park with a
More likely inna dance counting fifties and tenners
More money, more problems, more money, more bredders
Rep for my dons in jail, Joey and Weathers
All about money, more money, more cheddar
Flop on the riddim?
No way, I will never
Used to sound swag, but now I sound better (pull it)
When we’re in the dance, jumping on stage
We make the DJ (pull it down)
Spray one bar, get an uproar
And the DJ will (pull it down)
When we’re in the dance, jumping on stage
We make the DJ (pull it down)
Spray one bar, get an uproar
And the DJ will (pull it, pull it, pull it)
Yeah, run it on 'em, black attire
Never common, who’s blogging?
Clock my writer side
Tunes dropping, watch me catch it
Like organic, I eat the riddim, my appetite’s right
Bound for the, bound for the, it’s going off like we’re in Saudi A
Soulj next to me and he’s rowdier
Storm there, Billson skanking, piere shot
Could be two miles away, you’ll hear that
I come out on the stage in a way you don’t know
but the top’s Kenzo
«Match Fit» got three wheels in The Den, bro
Ask Ashley, he captured everyting through the lens, yo
I don’t lend flows but niggas borrow 'em
Got so many of 'em, man, I might start flogging 'em
Pour some Henny, them niggas are dead, man smothered 'em
I’m on a Shabba ting,
Ragga man, reggae,
Tell an old timer or a new nigga fi sekkle
I’ve been in the ghetto rolling with a rebel, yeah
Hear them talk about the manor but they’re never there
I was made in the manor like K, never had a KA
Ain’t been broke for over a decade
I’m DMX and Nas and Belly
I said it already, I’m two times more heavy, ah
When we’re in the dance, jumping on stage
We make the DJ (pull it down)
Spray one bar, get an uproar
And the DJ will (pull it down)
When we’re in the dance, jumping on stage
We make the DJ (pull it down)
Spray one bar, get an uproar
And the DJ will (pull it, pull it, pull it)
Pull it
P-pull it
P-p-pull it
P-p-p-p-pull it, pull it, pull it