Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scar , by - Wiley. Song from the album Scar / Money Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.10.2012
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Scar |
| Bare wasteman wanna diss my tune |
| Same wasteman wanna spit on my tune |
| Wasteman bars can’t fit on my tune |
| Try hard, still sound shit on my tune |
| Producers wanna bootleg my tune |
| Clash me and end up dead on my tune |
| Just a little reminder of my tune |
| There was gunshots at Sidewinder for my tune |
| Bang! |
| I couldn’t be a stupid man |
| Bang! |
| You better know I’m a money man |
| Bang! |
| You can’t chat shit to me man |
| Bang! |
| Cah man ah real big mic man |
| Bang! |
| Wiley is a London man |
| Bang! |
| Gyal dem know I’m the man |
| Bang! |
| Know that I’m old school man |
| Bang! |
| Yeah who’s hot on microphone stand |
| What you mean, what you mean, what you mean you fool |
| Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool |
| Think that you’re hard but you’re soft like wool |
| Lick a man in the jaw side with a stool |
| Gully skengman but I still look cool |
| White gold chains and a I start drool |
| But they can’t jack me, I’m not Ja Rule |
| Nah, rude boy what you mean, what you mean |
| What you mean, I’m a bad boy not a goody-goody man |
| I face the Boogieman, black Nike hoodie man |
| Might come across bully man |
| Watch me I play with my life, I’m a street kid fully man |
| I’m a bad boy not a goody-goody man |
| I face the Boogieman, black Nike hoodie man |
| Might come across bully man |
| Watch me I play with my life, I’m a street kid fully |
| Go on then, go on then, draw for the 'chete |
| Bullets start dropping down like confetti |
| Won’t bring a strap if the beef is petty |
| Nah family, I just draw for the 'chete |
| Make you belly look like a bowl a spaghetti |
| Leave your head bust and your forehead sweaty |
| I’ll make you wish you never drawed the machete |
| Go on then, you think you’re ready |
| Tiger, see me affi creep on the riddim like a spider |
| 'Nuff of them are my youth, 'Nuff of them are minor |
| I’m a cold rider, gyal finder |
| Now we gotta kill em with the 16 liner |
| Draw for the niner |
| You thought I was a first timer, I am the roll deep rhymer |
| Watch, when I come I’m gonna be a chart climber |
| Now we gonna kill em with the tiger |
| Know yourself if you’re not in the booth |
| When I touch mic I only speak truth |
| Run when you hear the dogs go woof woof |
| Don’t care if you’re a 12 year old youth |
| Go on then, go on then, jump on the roof |
| When you come down your head will get hoof |
| Blud, you’ll be missing more than one tooth |
| Skepta live in the flesh I’m proof |
| It’s Wiley and I’m gettin 'em hyper |
| Get 'em dirty like a baby diaper |
| Who’s on the riddim, the lyrical sniper |
| All bad boy dem fi flash your lighters |
| It’s gun season, millimeter |
| Who want fi test them get defeater |
| We bun fire upon all informer |
| And we bun them with the red heat seeker |
| I got love for the fam when I’m 'ere |
| Drive on a two year ban when I’m 'ere |
| Skepta’s a fully grown man when I’m 'ere |
| No baby buggy or pram when I’m 'ere |
| Fifty pound for a gram when I’m 'ere |
| Smoker poke a hole in a can when I’m 'ere |
| You can’t diss Bossman when I’m 'ere |
| Represent Roll Deep clan when I’m 'ere |