Lyrics Mad About Beef - Zone 2, Carns Hill, Kwengface

Mad About Beef

More time we flex, when we go there to Zone 2 step
All of a sudden they’re always in country
Why?
cause they know that the beef’s intense
Anytime we step dem man get drenched
Dem man run they don’t wanna get cheffed
I thought a civilian, was that yute
I said come down to my young g Kenz
And how many times did I pull up with Squeezo?
And they run like cowards
And how many times did I ching with LV?
And I said it’s done man lowe it man
How many times did I go and get bail?
The whole gang thinks that I got powers
And how many times did I go on them rides?
It ain’t nothin like Alton Towers
I do it like P or Max, got big teeth in waps
They get seen, they dash
Opps talk grease on tracks
How you talk grease like that?
Any opps, get spots, gonna get slapped
Any opps, get spots, gonna get whacked
Any opps, get spots, gonna get stabbed turning back to the trap for the Ps and
bands on a rassclart gang
Girls say that I’m way too cheeky, but I think that they’re way too needy
They see me all up in Adidas, now they wanna ask me for a freebie
Free Stockz, SO and Speedy
Still get chinged up in your beanie
Tryna put my man pon TV, tryna make my man ghost Houdini
Bruce slapped one he had 6 more bells
They slapped one, I had no more shells
Running down screaming fuck sake some girls
Free BR cos them man tell
Them man run, Them man yell
I had MY all dashing as well
Kweng splashed them cos my man fell
Never got bullied had fun in jail
Gyalie on me, gyalie on me like my rambo ask bout Zone 2 step
Man phone up a friend
Now she’s looking all vexed no fist him man kitch and pray
I pray that my shank don’t bend
Dip dip and a skrr skrr if not dip dip true see a man a kwenged
He slapped one, he slapped one arf and had no teeth
Man running off with their waps and shanks fucking neeks
Moscow March and then lean more like Moscow March and then bleed
Man just Zone 2 stepped man get it correct who’s badder than we?
I’m way before all of this stupid shit me and bro tryna lock that trainer
We’ve been dealing with sticks diligent shit don’t believe me go ask Taylor
(ask her)
Gyalie on me like my rammy on me gyal said I’m a big fat maker
This ting here got the longest clip on a movie ting no trailer
Now watch me whip that skeng out the coat call that go-go gadget
I’m on a choo choo trip with a bitch like you already know where the cack is
And these Lewisham girls so ratchet
I got packs, packs of amm, packs of amm and the loft and attic
I got packs, packs of amm, packs of amm and the loft and attic
Did you see what I done
Man came to your block in a blacked out tracky done went home in a blue one
I’m just pissed that I burnt that tracky
But I went Adidas for a new one
My mans talking arms, why you talking for like bro might lose one