[Hook]
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Got them bacardi, they be colouring compton
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Got them bacardi, they be colouring compton
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Bottles get to popping, models get to flockin
Watch in the vip, say nothin
I stay stuntin, fly boy you can see I be
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Pretty women, we getting em in abundance
Edgar missin from sippin remi and function
Swag from the trillino, swag as soon as he come in
It's gonna get live in the buil
Have you seen her, it was all eyes on this chick
Whine in the hips, from right behind her she pip
She on it, see that she want it, bitin her lip
Lost couple shots made my head spin
Faded like a wash on my edwins
I get things, I ain't tryina stunt
I hate a run like I'm driving drunk
Nicki talk to them!
When we out there ravin, so small it's fragrant
Don't they behaving their worst
Going out of they mind, cause my game is so fine
No every girl is claiming I'm high
Nothin, I float where I'm standing
Runway, make room where I'm landing
Raw, raw, like a dungeon dragon
And when I come through swagging
B line when I step through the crowd
Then I up, ever had sex on a cloud
Let me pin you, I'm not tryina steam you
I'll link you and take you through the places I've been through
You celebrating, here's to elevation
Point no need for genes achin
Maiko runnin the streets and now we made mental
We ain't even gotta compete to make a statement
[Hook]
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Got them bacardi, they be colouring compton
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Got them bacardi, they be colouring compton
Went out to london, party at
Dilly, daily, dilly, daily, s say s, nicki m
Dilly, daily, dilly, daily, s say s, nicki m
Dilly, daily, dilly, daily, s say s, nicki m
Dilly, daily, dilly, daily, s say s, nicki m
Take it back to the hood right now!
[Hook]
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Got them bacardi, they be colouring compton
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Went out to london, party at the dungeon
Got them bacardi, they be colouring compton
Hook
S.A.S.:
By any means thye be gettin' the dough
Listen up, I'm just lettin' you know
(That's what makes me a hustler)
Heads to provide, case they supply
Bakin' dme pies, whatever it takes to survive
(Repeat)
Verse 1
Mega:
You get popped from my neezay
Run the block liek a relay
I'm tryna get drops like a DJ
But in this game, you do not get no lee-way
That's why I'm on the block shottin' rocks in the PJ's
For lots of wealth, Glocks on belts
Look in the mirror my nigga, you should watch yourself
Yeah, and they gon' find ya
So you need to keep it moving like the feds behind ya
Who is you females serving
You niggaz is bitch-made like a female servant
I pity the odds, you'll really get robbed
Cuz even little niggaz is killas like City of God
Plenty dough, sellin' yay to the customers
You already know what makes me a hustler
Take it to the mean blocks where I sold them dimes
Or you can get ya team rocked like a clothingline
Whoa
Hook
Verse 2
Bugz:
Yeah I got cake, but I ain't got enough to lose, ya
know
Oh that offend you, well fuck you too
Two holes in ya face got 'em lookin' like dimples
I got utencils, ain't talkin' 'bout pencils
This deuce this clip bullets like jujitsu
10 clips'll hit ya on ya head like a Hindu
My shit is paid for, forget a rental
It's Mister Intercontinental
Gold medalist, four felonist
And we can be some gentlemen or get into some killa
shit
I'm a pimpin' nigga wit' hella hoes
I just take 'em home, fuck 'em, kick 'em out, sell they
clothes
Bitch you better get chedda like Velveeta
Sweep niggaz up wit' the pound like El Nina
I'm in the park and flippin' Cuban cigars
And liquor, yeah I'm a star with more bars than
Snickers, nigga
Hook
Verse 3
Mayhem:
This is May Caliente, ay, that pretty gangster
Reportin' live from the streets like TV anchors
You see these bangers, you silly wanker
I'm downtown blazin' the hazin' wit' city bankers
And babes, if I was your boyfriend
You'd have to hold that gun, and smuggle in my toys
You niggaz ain't seein' these mobsters
The re-up money's the price of my D&G; boxers
Crack that we sell, packs on the scale
Only nigga we sayin' "Welcome back" to is Rell
U.K. shottas going hard with the rep
We them Eurogang London Boys go hard to detect
If you see me with Dipset, armed to the neck
Gal I grip Tecs that'll push ya heart through ya chest
You a hustler, got a long way to go
We gettin' blow like felacio
And I'm a shotta
Babycakes, your in a foreign land
Uncle Sam does the best he can
You're in the army now
Oh-oh, you're in the army, now
Now you remember what the draftman said
Nothing to do all day but stay in bed
You're in the army now
Oh-oh, you're in the army, now
Verse 1
Mega:
This is thuggery, yo I'm thuggin', see
Nurses said I need 3 months of recovery
(That's what they said)
They was loving me, plus they was rubbing me
Shit, I'll shoot a sucker free just to show 'em I'm
sucker-free
Slewin' the booth, pursuin' the truth
You're in the army now, I'm the one recruitin' the
troops
So yeah (yeah)
This is a leadership, hop on this leader ship
But you ain't leading shit
No, you ain't a leader prick
I been had metal on my hip
Way before I got into beef and got metal in my hip
Ah, calm you crooks, you gwaan and shook
You don't wanna go to war like Sadaam and Bush, you're
puss
Yo my weapon long (Brraat)
We can get it on (Brraat)
It's some Blitzkreig, Vietnam, Desert Storm
And, and, when you thought I passed away
I'm on the operatin' table for like half a day
See I'm a soldier
Hook
S.A.S.
Loading the Glock
Reload and it's cocked to pop
Whether you know it or not, shit
(You're in the army)
Yo it's war in these little streets
North, south, or west, it feels like the middle east
All the ballin's over
This is a commemoration for my fallen soldiers, yeah
Who Dares Win, so strat me clown
I spray these rounds until you niggaz can't be found
Verse 2
Mayhem:
I remember days I was pitchin' crack, tryna duck
squalie
Now I'm a Diplomat, and a rap artist
Find me where my niggaz at
Turn the block, Barney
And Blood, when them triggers clap, you will not harm
Your boy getting loot for days
I breeze by you, cologne smell like Joop & Haze
Me, Adamu, troops who blaze
Them Rugers, K's
One phonecall, moves is made
Rep 9-Treezy gang, that's a shout to the set
Got clout and bagauettes, I'm about my respect
So, get prepared if you scared
Cuz this shit here make niggaz disappear
It's all timin', rhymin', grindin', shinin'
Dipset bitch, read in between them diamonds
A few O's spare, I move those, yeah
With two guns on me like "Nigga, who goes there"
I'm in the army
Hook
Verse 3
Juelz Santana:
Reportin' to you guys, reportin' to you live (from
where)
From the corner, that's my bitch, I'm on her (Yes)
I hug her, I love her, I trust her with my life
Like a brother, like a mother, like a wife
And nuthin' else
The kid struggled to get to stardom
Now I'm on, it's on, yeah it's big trouble in little
Harlem
Fuck fightin' a war, catch me fightin' on tour
Least I know who I'm fightin', what I'm fightin' him
They say we shouldn't fight for colors on a rag
Well, we shouldn't, like we shouldn't fight for colors
on a flag
America, open your eyes to the facts
There's a war goin' on and it's not in Iraq
Uh-uh, Bush smerkin' (yup)
The hood's hurtin' (yup)
It's a drought, nobody getting good work in (yup)
Fiends is cranky, I'm seeing lately
Hustlers, plottin', watchin' and seeming shaky
In the army
It's Dipset, S.A.S., yes
Uh, Streets All Salute
You niggaz pussy, you should call your troops
Yeah
Verse 1
Mega:
Everybody saying what's the deal with the Roc
Never was a deal with the Roc, was dealing them rocks
We still at the top, you flop, like you shottin' them O's
I put my city on the map, we at the top of the globe, whoa
Cop a V 'til they make the seventh
I be rolling, patrolling, I'm David Beckhams (What's that)
23s, I ain't even 23
But I need my change trucky kinda like a Chevy B
In a few months you gon' see ourselves
Met Dame, next day we on TRL
Uh, the slum rappin', when the gun clappin'
It'll have his heart beatin' like a drum pattin'
Doin' dirt, movin' work is my ends bro
F reverse, raiders gettin' murked like a Benzo
See we used to move yay to them cats
And now we got the U.K. on our backs
So we gon' rep it for y'all
Hook
S.A.S.:
But first you gotta just (keep me baby)
We went from shottin' them O's to rockin' them shows
And now we feel we at the top of the globe
So scream at me
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Mayhem:
There was times when the kid was hungry, I been fastin'
Now bruv, I'm gettin' this money, I been crafted
Shout on the top of the game, I been barfin'
You funny-style niggaz is lame, I been laughin'
See May' is a Euro gangsta, Blood
And we know, you're a prankster, Blood
Go steal some'n, I will backhand you
Squeeze and blam-blam you
Tape ya mouth, arms, and knees, and trashcan you
It was a long time doin' this (We been movin')
Now haters wanna ruin this (It's been proven)
We gon' reach the top, I know they love us
Killa and Jones guiding us like older brothers
Uh, and I'm grateful, they just made few
Now I'm signed, I bring the whole U.K. through
See, you can't claim what you ain't do
I'm still May', still bang with the same crew
Hook
Verse 3
Mega & Mayhem:
Streets is crazy, [I seen my own peeps betray me]
Signed and sealed, so now you gotta keep me baby
[Uh-oh, it's a beefin' ting], there's no reasoning
[When you see Dipset don't try to speak to them]
Watch face, yo it's nuttin' cuz we grown now
[Everybody bringin' London in the zone, how]
You ain't been through half of my struggle
[Flippin' weight in the states where it's harder to hustler, yeah]
See you on bro, your man shoulda bought us
[We just reach in the clothes and send some'n for ya]
Used to be on the bench with 10s when you call us
Now we paid to represent like we lawyers
Me and Union [We movin']
Eurogang, we bang, plus we re-grouping, um
[Run lame], I see how you chumps changed
[You gettin' that chump change]
We heading for Trump change, umm
Hey yo Macka, how you feeling today?
I feel unifed mate
Shit I'm feeling the same
This is paradise so enjoy the weather
A perfect time to get the boys together
We need old school, new school pioneers
Who can flip that shit like primal fear
Suns up, man I'm calling the lads
One love, that's like twelve balls in the bag
Yo, my crews on some bullshit
And I ain't talking about a poo that a bull did
I'm talking about what sets the bar
BnE, Seth, 60, Pez and Drapht
He said ‘set's the bar' that'll blow like Escobar
Six dogs at the resviour
Let's play connect the stars
And paint a circus in the sky yep Pez can start
Now he thought that his crew pull that
Something a little unusal
Sounds a bit like a musical
But doenst matter we make any kind of music cool
Yeah, uh, when I heard the word foot path
I just thought it meant it was a foot large (damn)
But then I walked on a foot path
And I had a look and I swear it was a good yard
Rule of thumb
Never been the one to open up a can of worms
Never underestimate
Cos some say we the best today like Miranda Kerr
Hi Seth
News flash and look
Something stirred underground where the rappers look
In a cloud of weed smoke with a handful of Cheetos
I'm in Beast mode you better enter a cheat code
Now check it out look who's up in the mix
You can dream but you ain't seen nothing like this
This place is off charts like I'm waiting for a mate
So just give me the mic so I can take it away
I'm like Outkast mixed with Southpark
And my rhyming flow is like dynamos
So when I bust on the beat
I'm rude like Cube yelling ‘Fuck the police'
Raise em up
It's like all your Christmas's came at once
Yes, we're too much for these rookies
Seth, let's knock the dust off their pussies
Man I feel awesome, nah I mean awful
Yeah I'm pretty sure I put on weight since Autumn
Pass me the pork roll I don't really walk anymore
Ever since I invented a gun that shoots portals
Yeah my bodies gone bad
Trying to get myself a Hollywood tan
Me and Drapht went to Bali for a holiday man
I must've put the weed in someone else's body board bag, fuck
Leader from the get go
Yes, I believe it even when they said no
Yeah fear's like half of your thoughts
Follow your heart, that's path of the course
Course it ain't easy
I can tell you that first hand but it's all good
Look at us, reciting the fundamentals
Back when we were young now we're up here on another level
This sounding like some Austin Powers shit
Someone gotta tell 60
This ain't the 60's, this ain't the same mix
Bag of lollies that ain't the same Frisbee
Interesting, yes I guess I can adjust
I guess it just means
That we gotta do it different
Good, and I'm glad cos the records are wrecking my discman
When I heard the beat on I said turn it off
Thought it was the theme song from Circus Oz
I'm being serious, I don't give a fuck
How I turning the sample now switch up the drums
Now I got the sick drum loop
Walking round the city in my pink gum boots
If a hater wanna talk like ‘6, fuck you'
I tell my bodyguard smash this cunt too
Last shot of the six slug revolver
Tree swinging in on a big fucking Cobra
Shit cunts it's over with my honourable brethren
It's destine, Mr. Orange stepped in
The card shark the way I play in the car park
Doing doughies, spin a rapper out like Nadwuar
And Izm here's a line to scratch
‘Ain't nobody got time for that'
Good god look who's up in the mix
You can dream but you ain't seen nothing like this
So there goes the neighbourhood, get elevated with us
Mayhem:
Uh-huh
S.A.S., Dipset, Killa
Rephan
Verse 1
Mayhem:
We ain't the usual, we more than that crew that bang
This is S.A.S., Dipset, Eurogang
This is East to West, North, South movin' thangs
This is stretch cash comeback like boomerang
This is London, no not the dungeon
This is lump sum, shuttinl rocks in abundance
This is street life, and its deep right
When the 3 strikes hit ya chest like a reef high
Hook
S.A.S.:
All day long I sling, I'm so free like the song I sing
I'm so free like
Alex Haley retracing his roots
I'm free, like the haze in the booth, inhale it then poof
I'm free like a mixtape rapper that just ain't known
Free like a right hand man that just came home, I'm free
I'm free like some'n for nuthin' and I'ma keep on stuntin' and frontin'
I'm so free like
Verse 2
Mayhem:
You had enough yet, I had a thug rep
Way before New York, the drugs, and the Blood sets
And I get love fuck this industry
I'm reppin every nigga in these streets
So scream at me
I been known braggin', with Jim Jones flaggin' in that new Benzo wagon
I won't stop makin' heads bop in this zone
Cuz the watch face full of bedrocks and flintstones, I'm gone
Mega:
Do you believe that you free from this earth
Like a still born seed when conceived in its birth
Until I reach in the shirt you deep in the dirt
You can't rest in peace 'til you sleep in a Hearse (R.I.P.)
Seek and you find, look bruv I'll reach you in time
And for my brehs locked in the box for freein' their mind
Right now I'm free in my mind, my season to shine
This year I shut rocks on the block
I'm deep on my grind, and all I say is
Hook
Verse 3
Mega:
Slowed you haters, showed you the old school vapors
Niggaz please, shit, I'm free like the local papers
Vocals greater, I don't believe in these guys
Shit I hunger the truth but they feedin' me lies
Sick to my stomach, so I spit sicker than vomit
I'm free like "Here bruv, take a hit of this chronic"
And as they blowin' the L, I show 'em as well
We gonna make it to heaven cuz we goin' through hell, so yell
That I'm free, cuz I'm free
Cam'ron:
Killa, S.A.S., Euro, Dipset, let's go
I was twirled in, refered to a whirlwind
Grew up in a whirlwind, dude on thorough gin
That's why as long as the world spin
That bentley with the engine and the trunk from Berlin, I'm curled in
Smirkin', seats is Sherling
Surely I'm sure, shit, shorty tell ya girlfriends
In traffic jammin' with pearl rims
It's magic, magician, I'm Merlin
Hook
Cam'ron:
But in the hood, I can tell you the saga
To eat there's beef on the menu there's drama
But you punks just punkin' y'all ain't punkin' me
With car cables y'all still ain't jumpin' me
You had the .9, the A.K., a garbage truck
Took a shit, shit, you still wouldn't dump on me
All the hatin' they statin', nothin' get done to me
I still sit comfortably
Tell niggaz nothin's free
Hook
S.A.S.:
(Diamonds are forever)
Throw ya hands in the sky if ya feel my vibe like
(Diamonds are forever)
The Roc is still alive but we never was signed
(Forever)
But May' and Mega was never-ever, ever-ever ever-ever
ever-ever
Ever-ever ever-ever ever-ever
Verse 1
Mayhem:
Close your eyes and imagine
'Magine me and Mega in Staten
Duckin' shots from Magnums just cuz of our accents
Then I realized we had a god-given talent
Though we sellin' crack brother, it was hard living
balanced
And you pitch white, London is not Harlem
Your block starving, both places we got started
The Coogi wear and move three pairs
So call our neighbors like who's gonna care
Huh, furthermore, who's gonna hear ya
Will murk them boys, get moved in ya area
Do you believe him, sayin' we ain't U.K. Rap
When we the reason that half of the U.K. rap
Stop it, you know what you writin' is ours
I ain't chocolate, so why you haters bitin' my bars
(And I'm like) more than what you call a group
It's S.A.S., Streets All Salute
Get the album
Hook
Verse 2
Mega:
When I shot CDs Blood, they said I'd return
But you will not see me until they said I returned
I tell 'em to learn, it's funny, what's the point of
your album
If you ain't makin' no money or points off ya album
Changed the game, all my niggaz determine
What we spittin' is burnin', doc is sittin' it's urban
Ah, what us niggaz raw, too much for a British tour
Your cracks'l keep your plaques on your little walls
You dudes hate, why ya envy me
Cuz I move base like I'm MTV
I ain't tryna be on top of the box
But I guess when I'm cockin' my Glock the top'll get
popped
Kanye tried to talk some sense in him
Couple months later, seems there's no convincing him
And I'm like oh Jesus, foes they won't leave us
They keep takin' shots at ya boy like goal keepers
Hook
Verse 3
Mega & (Mayhem):
We gettin' figures and made, and you can't change that
(Kidders said we can stay but still we came back)
Now we over here, they don't care where Dame at
(The seal source gonna be like where's ya chain at)
Yeah he did that, he tried to deciet you
(He ain't spit the facts, he lied to the people)
We just spit the crack and grind like badeko
(Now we Diplomats and fly like a eagle)
The game doesn't change when we came for some change
We rearranged the game but it stayed the same
(Now all I need for you is to have faith in Dame
But it was all an illusion like David Blaine)
When we name the city, you should call it Blitz Town
(We keep 'em climaxin' and tryna spit now)
This whole Roc-A-Fella thing Blood, is not my chance
They wanna block are advance
(They wanna stop we can't because)
Streets out, shit
S.A.S., Dipset, Eurogang
Verse 1
Mayhem:
Might catch May in Rockaway
Bullet in the handgun
Six things of shots a spray 'case you and your man run
To down to rob again
Hold your seed ransom and have to call the coppers dem
Police and the feds come
Welcome to London
Where if we tell you that we're gonna stick
Best believe there's no interruptions
We stack dough with lumpsums
I put my city on the map, I give a fuck where you come from
I'm in tip-top shape
And if your crib got weight, great, you can get your wig rocked mate
Grip a six-shot 8, cuz shoot bazooka papo
I'm movin Flaco, dame, Rugers like a Tahoe
Harm who, I'll get at you clowns
And get Adamu to clap you down
I'm a general
And we dem British thugs, that get rid of slugs
Drop kids, rock more wigs thana British judge
A beast on the cash route, streets pull me back out
Disappeared, crafted, mastered, I'm back out
Beef better back out, cuz heats bend a back out
Slugs torch ya side when the piece end ya back out
The kid is messy, on ice like I'm Gretzky
I slab and spit a epilepsy, you get it
Guard your women, S.A.S. born in Britian
The Don is pimpin' on more fucks than contradictions
Let's get it
Hook
S.A.S.:
Oh no, we ready to roll
We be on dem roads
We pop off like there they go
So pop off if it's a issue
Cock and then pop your pistol
Fuck if the cops'll get you
My copper tops'll hit you
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Mega:
This is for my Gs, what
All of my peeps locked
Doin' time behind the walls like it's sheetrock
These cops wanna bug me cuz I keep rocks
Picture me livin' drug-free, this ain't Detox
Sliced down to Cuba, nice in Aruba
That's right, I'm a mover
Type that'll move ya
Got shotties on blocks, I'm nice with the Ruger
So more bodies'll drop than the fight of a loser
Boo swap, manueve cops, my tools pop
Two shots go, check up your knees like tube socks
Whoo, I'm on some hoodie-hoo
Tipped off, who are you
Ticked off if kicked, pissed off to the Lou'
Nah, nigga, pass the doogaloo
I blast real fast, have ya ass do the Boogaloo
Uh, I'm slewin' you, know I'll put a few in you
I get it poppin', I'm poppin' and sprayin' up your funeral
And vibe to the beat, it paint a picture for me
And you can vision what I'm spittin', there's a picture to see
See I develop the flow, from gettin' cheddar off blow
I never said I was HOV but I'll rock a fella fa' sho'
See it's art and I'm the teacher, what the heat on my hip fo'
And pardon, you a diva, plus you sweeter than Lep, no
I'm the shit bro, it's Dipset mane
I put the Eagle to your chest like a Dipset chain
Bang
Verse 1
Mega:
Lord forgive me, I know the lord is with me
I keep my forefoot and balls, you got floss to stick me
It's simple B, when will they begin to see
They tryna murk niggaz, but it's better him than me
They say ya live by the gun
Ya die by the gun
I'll be dumb not to be strapped when I ride through the slums
'Fore I got in the game I never thought what'd the fame do
Here's a warning, take caution, Mega's walking with angels
It's a shame you under in the graves
How it goes, nobody knows the number of they days and
Karma comes back like a muthafucka
On the other side, your mother cries, your brother suffers
They want May & Mega to fail
Get chedda, whatever the weather, so we better prevail
I know the street codes end up dead or in jail
But when you go, is it heaven or hell
That's the question
Hook
S.A.S.:
It's a heart-race to see it in our face
That we're stuck in between a rock and a hard place
The Don speaks, I'm on streets
It's like the black grows out the concrete
Beyond deep
Live this life for real, life is real
Yo this beat's therapeutic, it's a righteous feel
But if ya threaten my life, I got the right to kill
That's right I will, brother you should write your will
It's like
Verse 2
Mayhem:
From London Town to Harlem, we re'd-up
Getting funds and pounds of ass if we G'd up
Make heart-racin' music, that car-chasin'
Shootouts in broad day, movin' that Caucasian
Cuz bitches used to feel me
And I had a couple rhymes
Niggaz tried to kill me
On at least a couple times
All that shit is real, see
School, had to tuck the .9
You ain't takin' nuthin', I'm bussin', you wanna scuffle, fine
Moving overseas was more than a risk-take
Back in London streets we fought for that big plate
Chicks on they knees like "How does this dick taste?"
Trot through guys wings and tored off the mixtape
Now we straight, no fools among us
More mature, now May school the young'n's
So stop telling lies of pies that you be peddling
And give advice, words from the wise that you can tell a friend
Mayhem:
Hey, hey, London Boyz (Santana)
Uh-huh, S.A.S.
This the G-mix, let's do it
Hook
Juelz Santana:
We stay G'd up, we make these bucks, we make things
jump
No thanks to you
We blaze, weed up, we invade these clubs, we make
things jump
No thanks to you
From the beat to the boogie, to the street to the hoody
This is gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Baby get down to the beat, and just boogie to the beat
Shake your tooshy, if you like gangsta shit
Verse 1
Mayhem:
Cali slugs will clap your minds on the road (Calico)
I get Cali love like Pac when he signed to Tha Row
(There they go)
I get it poppin' in the Cities Of Angels
Plus (plus) I be Bloodin', you know, shuttin' the
angeldust
Yeah, you say you slang 'caine, you ain't flippin'
bricks
Only time you niggaz gangbang is when you hittin'
chicks
We ridin' on blocks with riders on blocks
I lick shots, expire your top
(This ain't a game homie)
You don't even fire at cops
We'll turn your strip to the riot it was
(But ain't a thing on me)
I weave Coupes, chicks say he's really cute
Gucci Chucks matching my bucket, matching my Dickie
suit
Where I'm from, ain't a game where they sold raw
Niggaz ready to die for the 'caine like they old dog
We fast to blast and off the law
We got the game like we Aftermath
It's Dipset and
Hook
Verse 2
Mega:
Shout out the Brims, the Denver Lanes, and Figoroga
To Watts down to Athens part, them niggaz know us
Diplomats run streets, massacre
With more shotguns than a frontseat passenger
For them 8 stacks we will squeeze 'til you melt
Spray gats like "Ay, wax, you need you some help?"
I'm stuntin' like I'm rich, some'n like a Dip
Now I got your bitch, your sis, your mother on my dick
You slicker than us (Sizzurp) sippin' it up
Wrist fridged like a chick who ain't giving it up (No)
But in da club (What) they show us love (Oh)
I roll with Bloods holdin' slugs just because (Yes)
And overseas we run them streets
Since the Set hooked up with these London Gs
Strover are switchin', loads of women, I play hard
Hoes are strippin' in pole positions like race cars
Don't even think about it, don't even think about it
Don't even think about it, don't even, what's really good?
Don't even think about it, don't even think about it
Don't even think about it, don't even, we're really hood?
Verse 1:
Mayhem:
To the sound of the pistol
I'm in the V, wit the keys hittin' Leeds and I'm back down in Bristol
Gats rattle your top, and shots fly quickly
Snap, crackle, and pop, it's not Rice Crispies
Up in London (Bo) Im a O.G. (Bo)
Through the dungeons (Bo) to the cold streets
If you snitchin' I'll catch you, slippin' and clap you
Cuz May got brains and balls bigger than apples
Who slicker than that, but of course I floss
In that cherry red porsche with the sports exhaust
I'm a G but it cost to floss
I will slew you then take the next flight back across the shores
You better behave or learn a lesson in rage
I'll step to your stage with a weapon, vest, and grenade
Like aye, aye, when May spray the 'K
I'll have your loved ones mourning like the break of day, pray
Hook
Mayhem:
Once upon time there was Mega & May
And we started to (What) get cheddar from yay
Mega:
Flippin' raw packs, more stacks (Bo) what you call that (Bo)
Not at all rap brother this all facts
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Mega:
To the sound of the trumpets
I'm gettin' pounds, flipping pounds, out of town northbound eating crumpets
When I spit it I slug 'em, do not try stick me
Paint a picture of London I'm not Guy Richie
It's never me oh (Bo), when you owe me (Bo)
I sold kilos (Bo) on the low key
I bubble and stash pay, hustle for cash (Hey)
Set up shop with hard rocks like the cafe
I zone when I spit (yeah) the throne I'm a sit there
Loan cheddar while you owe Mega like the wrist wear
I'm the King like Stephen, I'm torture
Get money off the books, I ain't even a author
Like whoop, there it is, the coupe there it is
22's like hula-hoops, there it is
I send fire mate, while your empires fake
Cuz they got more floors than the empire state, say
Hook
Verse 3
S.A.S.:
Mayhem:
Yo we not from H-World, but May's a Globe Trotter
Been around the world with coast to coast scholars
Back on dem roads, I posed and sold scama
Body armor, we roast and ghost drama
Fuck a lame whore (Bo) I got 'caine raw (Bo)
S.A.S got the streets buzzin' like a chain saw
We Dipset top-a-fellos
That'll pop the metal and turn your muthafuckin' top to jello, hello
Mega:
Who rocks more jewels than Elizabeth
What is you illiterate, forget about the lyrics I spit
It's more than rapping B, I'm packing see
And what you call a scar is a scratch to me, fam
I was making grands with my family
Now I'm the best man like my mans getting married
Coke, E's, keys of the sticky trees
I decided to double my cheese like it's Mickey D's, please
Don't even think about it, don't even think about it
Don't even think about it, don't even, what's really good?
Don't even think about it, don't even think about it
Don't even think about it, don't even, we're really hood?
Verse 1
Mayhem:
Caliente, La Kid be gliding in Coupes
Streets All Salute man I'm riding wit' troops
We standing top down, selling pies out the roof
Beats bangin' hot sounds amplified in the booth
Watchin' the game, you lame, and you all gonna flop
You the type to get a deal and blow it all on a drop
I'm the type to get a deal put the raw on the blocks
Make a couple mil, chill and be ballin' in yachts
I got image, voice, and flow, look you not hotter
We top shottas, freeze our wrists, and pop collars
So quit with the villian tip, smash hits, yeah we
killin' it
Plus I stack bricks like a pyramid
We steel bussers (blam blam) the mill touch ya
With slugs from the Soviet, Blood, they will rush ya
Loose or sober, tools in holsters
Bad news provokers might loose your shoulders
Hook
S.A.S.:
We sell rocks n roll
Toppa-top shottas, we got that dough
We sell rocks n roll
Ducking coppers who watch us on block patrol
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Mega:
Why you wanna block me bro, why you wanna stop me for
I rap now but I still sell rocks n roll, you ain't
listened to Writer
He told u Stop-N-Go, shuttin', watchin' the block
patrol
Give a fuck if the coppers know, Cito, the streets know
I been gritty
With a knife game like Mi Ho in Sin City
Gimme brain if you think I'm dumb
You heard me miss, you lookin' thirsty so drink my cum
Poking her jaw, please you provokin' a war
Only time you pushing keys is when you open the door
And now the name face off, bring it we can face off
Animal child, Hannibal style, eat your face off
Spend pounds in the west, down for my set
And I'm Fendi down to the brown in my creps, yeah
Have some advice
Cuz the only time you strapped is a attached to your
Nikes
Hook
Verse 3
S.A.S.:
Mayhem:
My shotta crew is comin' through, move to everyone of
Pop up and chew your block up right in front of you
Take the key to your home and toss him in coffins
Everything from your phone to walkmans I'll auction
Mega:
Have my money, I don't care if it means selling your
home
You should've thought about that before you asked for
cheddar on loan
I'm telling you holmes, you should leave selling alone
Respect it I'm well connected like cellular phones
Mayhem:
I got dikes restless, hot like Texas
Pull up to the block in a truck white Lexus
You can stare, but here's some words of wisdom
I leave ya with your head open like a circumcision
Mega:
Props to my people wit' rocks and that diesel
Pharmacutacal hustle, they shot like it's legal
Was patient but no, if you makin' the dough
You bricks like Chinese food I take it to go (Woah)
Verse 1
Mayhem:
Yo Haze, who they better than
I'm a veteran
Now they say "Yo, he tryna be American"
That's a joke, you a wanker with no skills
May is dope, and his gangster is so real
Plus, who run the town like we
I have New York writers tryna sound like me
From a what to a where
A clap to a grin
Hot to this shit, feds of a Loc to a Crip
Hid the game, I'm here now, the blitzers came
Glist the chain, driveby with the Range
See back in New York I would flip the 'caine
And hit the strip with bricks 'til them chips exchanged
See Funk Flex to Dame, Cam'ron and Jimmy, yes
Fred and E, the whole gang is with me
If you didn't listen then, understand me now
Dipset, Roc-A-Fella, we family now, ow
Hook
Haze:
Ma, just a little letter from your son
Just to let you know I'm doing fi-ine
Everyday on the block
Whether rain or snow I'm stuck on my gri-ind
Ma, you ain't gotta pay no bills (no bills)
You know that your sons heart is real (so real)
So stick with me, I'ma get those mils
And make sure that success is sealed
You hear me holla at ya
Verse 2
Mega:
We G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
I never had a dream of being a rock star
I'm a block star
Flip yay, get paid errday
Hoppin' in and out of hot cars, come on
That's why I say to the hoes
"Let's roll 'round town, so hop in my six and roll
around, come on"
And we can take it to the hills, we can chill
I work with the piff, you working my dick
Now neck, neck, yeah, yeah
That's how I get wit' 'em, neck in 'em
Leave a little me's a little vex in 'em
Yeah I'm disrespectin' 'em
Now I'm with R-O-C, they wanna F wit' him
When I was broke, didn't want sex wit' him
No interest in him
Wouldn't invest in him
Now my pinky, wrist, and neck blingin'
They drink my kids, cheers, that was excellent
Hook
Verse 3
Mayhem:
Yo this is heartfelt, it's what my heart felt
I spit heat to the beat, make your heart melt
I'm the author, like cancer I'm so I'll
I've been grindin' and rhyming with no deal
Tryna be me, I ain't into TT
What you thinkin' I'm flossin' cuz you see me on TV
We been rappin' for life, now rap is my life
So I give you incite when I rap about life
Ay yo, straight from the beginning
We make it and win it
It's great how I be feeling that faith like it's
religion
My destiny's to shine, deep up on my grind
You just speakin' through the rhymes
Need to read between the lines
I was born to do it, beyond the music
My foundation at home was strong, you knew it
My moms been through it
Year and out, May and Mega gon' make hits
Straight flip then bring the chaddar home, I'm gone
Haha, bitch
Posa posta den profilen kolla 1 like 2 like 3 like comment av bruden I
Buren jag kan sätta på vaginalt lika enkelt som I hål nummer 2 Får en puff
Får en knuff men det är väl en bluff kolla in kolla upp "åh fy fan ush" ta
Dig en dusch o raka din musch inte lukta urs stå högt I kurs.
REF:
In på chatten denna natten snabba ratten till den pallen säga ja till
Inviten på med brillerna och raffen
Mot ett house fullt av mause ingen pause tar en snaoz är man baoz blir kaoz
FUCKING ALBATRAOZ
Upp I en sägn o är still jävligt bäng vilken natt vilket skratt ja hon va
Som en katt loggar in söker upp lägger till som en vänta o backa för bruden
Värsta stilen, vänta! We are playing the game men alla vet att hon är mitt
Aim så han pissar på leken som allla vi kör så fuck that game nu sjunger vi
I kör.
REF:
In på chatten denna natten snabba ratten till den pallen säga ja till
Inviten på med brillerna och raffen
Mot ett house fullt av mause ingen pause tar en snaoz är man baoz blir kaoz
Mega:
Yeah, you know who this is
S.A.S., Streets All Salute, yeah (yeah)
I've been the boss for years
U.K. stand up like you lost your cheers
Verse 1
Mega:
I hear the crowd in my ear, loud and it's clear
Listen now, I been bringin' it down for some years
Mega loungin', no, I sell a thousand
Of mixtapes, disgrace, better than your albums
You can see we upset, please give me respec
Billboards, movies, geez, I ain't see a check
Times that I'm countin', my rhymes yo they doubtin'
I swear, over here it's like I'm climbing a mountain
D.A., websites, grindin' and countin'
Man chat my name, get slain, I'ma out them
No rapper's as true as me, what you faggots can do to me
You just mad cuz we're on Diplomatic Immunity
Been tryna stay outta beef, make some paper
What happened, I got into beef that made the papers
Last thing, I'm a teacher, I earth these bastards
So when I take 'em to school I hope they learn a lesson
That I've been
Chorus
S.A.S.:
(Waiting for something to happen)
For how long
(For a week or a month or a year)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Let the blood and the ink of the headlines)
And what
(And the sound of the crowd in my ear)
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Mayhem:
I've been waiting so patiently
So let's wait and see if there's another spitter great as me
From London to New York, I'm back again for the sake of this rapping thing
And in the states, your boy Mayhem was trafficking
Crack cocaine, brother I had cash to bring
And any dude in our way we were smashing 'em
So keep thinkin' it aint' a gun wit' a ax my friend
See rap ain't just spittin' hooks and flows
Met Jim in one year, nigga shook the bloke
Cuz they was waitin' in Britian and spittin' gave me more fame
Now I livin' is different from pitchin' off that raw 'caine
Dipset, Eurogang, Fedayeen regime
We're that movement that'll lean ya team
Pay respect to every hood that I been and seen
Call me ashy, I need the cream
I've been patient
Chorus
Mayhem:
Streets All Salute (Uh-huh)
Should've never let us in the game
It's all over now, yeah
Killa Cam, Juelz, Jim Jones, Freekey Zeekey
Hold ya head man (Pox, super A&R;)
Eurogang, Fedayeen regime
You know how we're doing it
Yeah, and from this point on we're taking over everything
We're gonna have mixtapes on the streets
(Mixtapes around the world)
Videos on every music channel
We're everywhere (London Boys)
Yeah, Benjamin, yeah, Terrorferma
Dipset, Eurogang, S.A.S.
Yeah, packs the pound, back 'em down
We clattin' 'em bound, we spittin' on this bashmess sound
Yeah, packs the pound, back 'em down
We clattin' 'em bound, we spittin' on this bashmess sound
Aiiiiyyyy
Verse 1
Mega:
I know why the flow's tight, my jewelry is so bright
That the chain light up the club, call it a strobe light
Love to hate me but hate to love me
Face it dummy, I'm makin' money (It's all fine)
You spittin' for fun, I'm spittin' for funds
Act like a prick and get bun
Get up and give you the run
Mega's a G, I don't need that bling
Sayin' that you better than me, that's a idiot ting
And I'm sittin' on low pros, you watchin' my Rolls go
Spit artic wind, yeah, brother my flow's cold
And when will you guys learn
I told you it's my turn
Scar so smooth de gal dem think it's a sideburn
I get it to move, I never will lose
Naw gent, for life, yeah that's right, don't g et it confused
Rhyme wit' a accent, grind when you stack heads
Head gone, zip it up, wind to this bashmess
Hook:
The tarrantula
Time fi di Massive come sing ya
(S.A.S.)
The tarrantula
Don't play with my style I might sting ya
(S.A.S.)
The tarrantula
You waan me inject the bacteria
(S.A.S.)
We make yuh body gwaan stiff and yuh spine gwaan numb
Now come fi get some
Verse 2
Mayhem:
You can catch May' bunnin' a spliff
Spending them funds like he rich
Hey, I run with the Dips, gained a 100 of chips
So you know I got expensive tastes
And ends to waste to change the way the Benz is shaped
In fact, we runnin' a pace, bought you with guns on the waist
Skank and I'm done in the place
Like you got something to say
Act tuffy with the Dipset Shower Gang
And boy trust me you get duppied in an hour man
But F that, back to the dance, watchin' the chicks as they glance
Waitin' to take up a chance
Uh, to make an advance
We're them dudes that rock the ice
And if you snooze then you lose, we caught ya wife, a'ight
Watch me, I'm so fly, clock how I roll by
95 percent of the time I'm in my mode high
More drum and bass, we sampled and fused it
To a all-day parade to carnival music
Hook
Verse 3
S.A.S.:
Mega:
They don't understand like I'm spittin' another language
Mira, I could either spit it in Spanish
She like "Papi chulo, you numero uno"
The way she shakin' her culo might be gettin' duro
You have no prave, wind and panat me
Even in the club these chicks wanna menage
Sippin' too much Bacardi probably
I tell her "Quieren no suave mami"
Mayhem:
This is for my men dem with accents
And my afro-caribbean sisters winding in bashments
Foot pon shoulder wit' ya leg high
And oh yes, that says high
Got me stuck, red-eye
My dancehall grinders, poor, young minors
Now droppin' banks, poppin' champs, 4-1-9ers
And when the wrist gleam my forearms the sickest
I always keep it clean like Don Juan the Bishop
Bitches
Mega:
Yeah Knox on the beat
It's a C.T.E./Dipset thing
U.K. to A-Town, stand up
Yeah, real talk
Writer, I see you
Verse 1
Mega:
I'ma ball when it come to bitches, I pick and roll
I'm in the Beamer with Christina, she dip it low
Give a fuck what ya ass thought
We the reason American bitches coppin' passports
Oi Oi, London Boys, all the groupies sure
That we have more cheese than a Gucci store
And yeah I'm on the pass tip
Beef, you wanna squash it
My man dem catch bodies like a moshpit, what bitch
You can see we grind
Believe me I am fly like the back of the wings of that
I'm in the air in that new Coupe
And see-through roof
F a infrared my scales got a bluetooth
Lots of pain when I rock the chain
It got me lookin' like the Hunchback of Notredame, damn
Park up the Range, hop out wit' a scarf in the rain
Hard in my game, it's hard to explain
Hook
S.A.S.:
Fake shottas that act like they G's
I ain't inna that
Snitch, rats, imposters, and thieves
I ain't inna that
Trickin' them bitches, coppers and D's
I ain't inna that
We mash bees, the mobsters with me
Let's get inna that
Man takin' my city for joke
I ain't inna that
Actin' hassadiity but broke
I ain't inna that
You look silly, we pity you folks
I ain't inna that
We keep it gritty wit' millies we tote
Let's get inna that
Verse 2
Mayhem:
Whoa, oh no, Nos Caliente
Dressed to kill, I'm fresh for real
In that new super car, rims stretched the wheel
We them young superstars givin' vex the chills, I'll
Extra trill, flip O's, move 'caine
Sex appeal, your chick knows who's name
Let's be real, I get dough and you lames
Couldn't strike the blow, I flip like my moods changed
Whoa, and I'm gone again
Clean up, re-up and it's on again
The mayor's under, you ever seen May in summer
You would say he a major stunna
So what's going on mate, what the business is
Ain't nuttin' wrong, state what ya business is
This is real talk, we really living it
Hit your premises, and leave wit no witnesses
Hook
Verse 3
Slick Pulla:
Pulla man, I tote two smokin' bounties
For the cash I might Snatch yo' ass like Brad Pitt
Bake the layer cake, yea it's all in the mix
Andre Agasee, it's all in the wrist
Stand-up guys, don't fuck wit' you queers
Wit' toast we deliver the block, we go chez
Ask Rocky, he know 'bout them Georgia boys
He knows how we roll, strapped up wit' a couple toys
Yeah, and I style on haters
When I yok on that block thing, they call it Snick
Baters
Cookies in a plastic bag, vanilla wafers
It's a yes with the steel, we'll flambe ya
Hook
S.A.S.:
Reppin' London Town out here
We go round-a-round the globe like merry-go
Kiss your fame goodbye, say "Cheerio"
Dipset, high commission is major, ay
Verse 1
Mayhem:
Like Doctor King, May had a dream, then I had a scheme
Now the streets call me King like the magazine
We got the keys to the city
Coppin' and shuttin'
Still moving keys through the city
F a crew, we living threat
So F your troops and your little Techs
We coppin' nukes on the Internet
I been a vet, made a stack and a few ends
Hustlin' packs, now May back like that new Benz
A few gems, jewels and ice
Shoes is right, back to the future Nikes
I run with dudes that'll slap yo' kids (then what)
They'll hang they ass off the balcony like Jacko did
I'm stressed to figure how he the bestest nigga
S.A.S. is bigger, I beg to differ
We invading them tapes
Now the kids in the states say the kid is amazing like grace
Amen
Hook
Verse 2
Mega:
For the price of fame, icy chains
In a blink of a eye, Blood, ya life could change
Yeah, nights was strange, I was gettin' no sleep
But I had to hold heat, livin' in these cold streets
Down for spittin', bound to rip them
Yo they siad we was nice but we sounded different
Now you clowns is dissin', quit that chit-chat
Chain out in Marcy, you wouldn't risk that
It's kinda vivid though, was the life I was livin' bro
Came from Britian for spittin' but was flippin' to get the dough
You should listen and see the vision if you don't get the flow
It's a hustle, kids in the struggle, that's who I'm reppin' fo'
This ain't hard to write, my bars is tight
I ain't tryna be locked behind bars, that's right
Been through plenty wars, now I'm scarred for life
I'm like the American flag, I got stars and stripes, yeah
Hook
Verse 3
S.A.S.:
Mayhem:
F the U.K. rap scene, waitin' on a dream
I was in the crack scene waitin' on a fiend
Like we ain't that team, as blatant as it seems
Catch me with the cap, lean, blazing on the green an'
Now I'm signed, you gon' see me grow
Into a songwriter, publisher, CEO
See me bro, the streets wanna see me blow
They acting young and restless like the TV show
Mega:
We went from a still crowd to hearin' them real lud
Yo it's blatant, we blazin', we makin' 'em real proud
Inticipatin', awaitin' this ill sound
Mega never fakin', I'm statin' the real now
So act the wrong way, get clapped the arms spray
I got hits with the Dips and tracks with Kanye
But I'm still gutter cuz I'm still in the gutter
Keep my steel in the gutter when I'm dealing that butter
Mayhem:
You know, yeah
S.A.S., Streets All Salute, JR Writer
Dutch Beetz, yeah
We the BeeGees
Verse 1
S.A.S.:
Mega:
I've been patient fam
Stuck in this crazy land
Where men'll lick your head off your shoulders so they
could make a grand
Mayhem:
No snitchin', naw, I'm 'bout to take a stand
My chopper gets to spit and you fakin', it's finna make
da band
Mega:
No safety, blow like it's A.C.
Call me bird's-eye, you heard why, I make P's
I'm about the wealth
So I need a Range Rover that's named after a book
that's about myself
Mayhem:
And it's over doja
When I flip and put the razors to your face I ain't
talkin' 'bout a Motorola
Big stings, no you won't clap back at us
I'll have your whole strip runnin' like they tryna
catch a bus
Mega:
Oh, you sellin' drugs
You can get your melon slugged
Then get swept off of your feet like you fell in love
I can fight but the guns preferred
We them Dipset Thunderbirds, now watch me rain on 'em
Hook
S.A.S.:
Why try, you're gonna die
I pull up in a drop with the pistol cocked
When I pop, I'm wavin' bye-bye
You don't drive-by, all you do is drive by
They call us Byrdgang, you heard fam
We fly high
(Repeat)
Verse 2
JR Writer:
My, my, I'm sky high, a fly guy
Pull up to your bitch, and skate wit' a whip from
space, I'm talkin' sci-fi
Why try to out-do me, I doubt truly
Listen, J is a ape, so stay in your place, I ain't
never been a slouch scooby
Listen, you're not as sharp, I'm getting' that gwap to
start (ch-ching)
You ain't seen bigger M's since the McDonald's are
These gangstas pop your heart in front of your bitch
Then turn and look at her like "Who you coming with
miss"
You're my son, get the drift
So right now I'll be dissing myself if I called you a
son of a bitch (Oh)
Give it up for the Dips (Why)
Cuz it seems so simple (What)
That I'm so sick like a NE-YO single
I will blast 'em, leave 'em in a casket box
Sleepin' with the saddest ock for leapin' like a
astronaut
Keep the Techs sucka
So I don't care if your pops married my mother
I dare you to step brother
Hook
S.A.S.:
Why try, you're gonna die
I pull up in a drop with the pistol cocked
When I pop, I'm wavin' bye-bye
You don't drive-by, all you do is drive by
They call us Byrdgang, you heard fam
We fly high
Verse 1
Mayhem:
May been shifty, since a likkle pickney
While idiot boy dem on the strip try and stick me
He from Harlem, down to Brixton, you know
We cop whips with kicks and pinstripe uno
Who wanna test, Mr. Don Dada
Who rock Prada, so go suck ya mumma
See, blow the track out, Jim's in the house now
Man done shook out, gull the skin out ya
What you check boy you running yuh lip
You get smoked like I'm bunning a spliff
You sonofabitch
This is blitz town, and if some boy a come
When we spit rounds on your town, then you run silly
Bluck papa, done doggin' top shotta
In love with fame and the stardom
Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties
Spit 16 bars, the streets want more fire, see
Hook:
Mega & Jim Jones:
Jim Jones:
You with me, then clap (clap)
Keep moving yor back (back)
You do it like that (that)
Stay in tune with the track
Mega:
We flippin' them baggies
My niggaz is aggie
From Brixton to Hagney
East Finchley Apache
Verse 2
Mega:
Spit in Juan, when you see that link is on
Got the linkest charm, by the time you blink it's gone
Ayo, I run for it, yuh done know my gun blow
Buck and aim, if you F'in' around like Sonny Dames of
Sneezies man, believe me man
I'm off the heezy and got the greasy plan
Your crew sweet like a he-she man
That's why the youths in the street call you Chi-Chi
I get respect in the streets, smoke and sex in the jeep
Sittin' back, sip the yac', you be stressin' the freaks
Spittin' raps, not a skit on my meat
Cuz I'm thick from the, fitted cap to the crest in my
feet
I ain't conceited, believe it, I'm just fillin' I'm
jade
The pull Benz, got the gat and I'm feelin' the kid
Yo, I'm good to go, and it's evident fam
I leave a nigga pon de river like Elephant Man
Hook
Verse 3
Jim Jones:
Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blown and ganked up
I'm rollin' that stank stuff, the chrome on my tank
truck
What, interior suede roof
Fly 'til I die, like izzo in suede boots
Yeah, let's talk about ice, the chain on my neck
Looks like New York in it's lights, cocaine on my jets
I'm a New Yorker for life, new Porsche in white
Who thought of this life, two wrongs make it right
I'ma get lost in the light, I speed in my cars
Outlaw all my life, police on my car
Cuz I don't pause for the light, I don't show no
respect
Dipset out in Euro, S.A.S., we connect
Intro
Mega:
(Don't you know) Don't you know
(So many things they come and go)
So many things they come and go
(Like your words and voice stay true) But we're here to
stay
You get me?
Just like the love I thought I found in you
(And now I'm mad, baby I'm mad)
Verse 1
Mega:
Uh, uh, what's happening, still drinkin' and staggerin'
Leave em' blinkin', I'm stabbin' 'em, now we linked up
with Cam again
Still traffickin', I ain't stock-shottin'
And my youngin's a roll, they got their blocks poppin'
With that raw yay from London to Broadway
They hustle in broadday like fuck what the law say
(Oi Oi) I know they wanna see me under
Push keys with my eyes closed, Stevie Wonder
But they boss food, hit then pop wit' flame
You need to know we speak in codes if we coppin' 'caine
And you can't move Pookie if you rock a chain
Man dem put the fight over ice like ahockey game
Mega's gettin' hoes that's up in them centerfolds
I step in the dance and smellin' like Kenneth Cole
Listen fam, you a bagger boy
While we run the roads like a marathon
See me now
Hook
S.A.S.:
Oi Oiiiii
Our brothers make dough
From Harlem to London, still duckin' feds in them plain
clothes
Yea, Yeeeeeah
That's how the game goes
Explain it to you further incase you act like you ain't
know
Yea, uh, that's what the gyal dem saying
(Remix) yes, that's what the man dem playing
Uh, uh, sipping on suttin' strong
You see who she rubbin' on
I told you it's nothing long
Verse 2
Cam'ron:
Yeah, I'm back, I'm bubblin', hurry, attack the oven
Pass it right through customs, yeah it's crack in
London
Good, you stay, for me, it's a new day
Killa gon' move yay throughout the U.K.
You never seen a profit, I'll sell a fiend a rocket
Tell the prince, princess, king, and queen I got it
And it's top-notch, clean Cris, pop scotch
My behavior's flavor, run and get a stopwatch
12 gauge, chopped off, 9 mill Glock cocked
The hell wit' a doorbell, I'm coming in, knock knock
Kick the door in, broke the middle and the top lock
Pop ock, told 'em hurry up now, chop-chop
24 seconds now with 3 on the shotclock
3, 2, 1, hot shot for you hotshots
And you not hot, me, I'm New England cold
Got on a igloo, swingin' on a penguin's pole
Hook
Verse 3
Mayhem:
This a new day and a new May fam
For my shottas alike, the U.K. man
We stay in name-brand, change twice a day
Haze down to Rephan dapper, he a made man
We that same gang, let it aim, bang
Hit your frame and top, watch your brain hang
Empty out, reload with the same hand
Trigger squeezin', it's Killa Season, I ain't Cam
My life's a movie banned from TV
If he the flu then fam, I'm T.B.
May so gutta but fly with this rap ting
Worldwide shotta, show The Wire how to crack-sling
Fear what, scared not, we was trappin'
On their blocks to the socks, we was matchin'
We'll bring trouble your way
The U.K.'s N.W.A.
It's Eurogang
Hook
Mega:
It's Damu love, Dipset till we ride
As long as you and I keep it movin' like a ol' key or
Maybe a OZ or duckin' the police or
Killa general, Capo killin' them O.G's and
You may see May bandana'd down wit Juelz and two girl
up in Camden Town
When the fans around
Mail groupies, get a missile from the cannon round
And I'm old school like Kangoo
Tool erupt too, number 1 stunna, scout bunna up in
bamboo
Back to the U.K. where Dame was over
S.A.S. been bunnin' like a waste disposer
And the boy street credible, we silly wit' rhymes
Wit' a voice that compare the dude to Biggie and Shyne
If I rap about it now, then I'd get it later
Flip a couple O's, you damn right I'll save it up
I'll show you how to do this man
(This is Roc-A-Fella for life)
Hook
Jay-Z:
This cru love, Roc-A-Fella til we die
As long as you and I keep it movin' like a drive-by
We can stack dough sky high
NIggaz can't touch what they can't feel
Real recognize real
(Repeat)
Ay yo we true 5's, this is true life
So it's only right that I give my cru love
You wanna disrespect, you can get a few slugs
Twist ya neck, wit the Tech, lick you with that new
snub
Think I'm playin' around, I'm sprayin' around
The K or the pound, when it's gon' stay in ya crown
This war scrap, get ya jaw cracked, stay on the ground
The.4 clap, like a doormat, I'm laying you down
Who want, trouble with me, frontin' like you bubblin'
keys
5, you ain't even doublin' cheese
Since I got my face cut tryna tussle with thieves
I let my bullets wanna bubba like the WB
So get 9-11 I aint talkin bout them Porsches
Since you get wit the bosses, shit is makin' me
nauseous
So I'm a harmless thug when I ride through
Had that nigga throwin' up Blood like Piru
Try, try who, you'll get hit bad
Leave ya white tee same color as my Dip flag
Eastside, Woo Woo
I came out of a killer, neighborhood called River
Where life expectancy is shorter than a caterpillar
I was once a gorilla, and this show was my cage
My trina was the gauge, Ak was my baby sitter
When we be out and looted, the whole city was shooting
I know it's fucked up but somehow, this army came shooting
Niggas heard African rappers and thought about them voodoo
It's superman, tell the real soldier boy come to shoot you
Same food and of course what you... nigga
Fuck what you heard, yeah nigga
Come walk in the dark no fear nigga
It's a ... my eyes no tears nigga
Working malaria, your hood can't even compare here
Got keys, they really love barriers
Come ... here, I'm daring you
I'll shoot your ... ain't afraid like give me a ...lemonade
You up my school... while playing catch with a hand grenade
Yeap, that's a true story, this ain't Hollywood glory
I ain't the prince of the ... my life is too ...
I'm tired of always going through barriers
I just wanna live a good life
So I'm coming, coming to America,
I hope we gonna have a good time
Baby thanks for letting me marry ya
... car sure looks fine
So I'm coming, coming to America,
I hope we gonna have a good time
Now my second home city, what can I say
It took my fucking heart from me
I played the judge part and i...
Oh yeah, that mean it never got no bars for me
See that ... to the motherfucker... be
Fuck puck but it ain't no hockey
When the cops came, they knocked me
I had to flee, they said to bargain, I had to pee
So I crossed the border while they put a warrant out for me
I'm tired of always going through barriers
I just wanna live a good life
So I'm coming, coming to America,
I hope we gonna have a good time
Baby thanks for letting me marry ya
... car sure looks fine
So I'm coming, coming to America,
I hope we gonna have a good time
I know, everywhere in the world, got his problems
Everybody got the dreams, of the greens, of the dollars
But some of us are dying in the streets can you figure out
Even in America, the... need a ticket out
I know, everywhere in the world, got his problems
Everybody got the dreams, of the greens, of the dollars
But some of us are dying in the streets can you figure out
Even in America, the... need a ticket out
I'm tired of always going through barriers
I just wanna live a good life
So I'm coming, coming to America,
I hope we gonna have a good time
Baby thanks for letting me marry ya
... car sure looks fine
So I'm coming, coming to America,
Chorus:
Can you feel me
Can you feel me
Can you feel me
Can you feel me
Verse 1
Mega:
This the type of tip that I'm on
Sometimes I listen to songs and zone out 'til I wish I was gone
Bitches see I'm gettin' figures so now they real thirsty
Niggaz won't be pullin' them triggers to try and murk me
Respect my hustle, get checks and bubble
Yeah it's real cuz I still seem to rep the struggle
You can't blame me when it's the same me
I won't let the fame or the game try to change me
This is flames, see it's hot enough to scorch the beat
I be stuntin' in London up in that Porcha jeep
And I'ma tell you what I'm here for
The shit I believe the shit I do some years for
Talk about how you pop your gun
I heard the cries of a mother when she lost her son
You can lose it all in a second
Tomorrow's a gift so we call it the present
Chorus
Verse 2
Mayhem:
I'ma grind my way to the top (so make room)
I'ma shine incase you forgot (there's great to him)
Take mine they'll blaze at ya top (put 8 through 'em)
When you rhyme this way and this hot (your date soon)
This is no act, no gimmicks, industry hate it
Raw raps, flow, lyrics, in the streets favorite
And I'm floatin' down this path, wait
It took a long time to get here but I'm only half way
So the mission's incomplete until we drop and bring that heat that singe the streets
Beef calling, same game, we foreign
Like ain't you got a deal, mind frame see-sawing
We touring, sometimes we balling
Stunt on me like Denzel he falling
There's gangstas among us so just chill and let the kid do they numbers now that's real
Chorus
Verse 3
S.A.S.:
Mega:
You listening clear, I ain't living in fear
Not Hewy Newton but I'm moving with my fist in the air
And yeah it's nuthin' fam, listen to me brother man
Like brail so you gotta feel me to understand
Try killin' me man but still I remain
They say the truth hurts, so you niggas feeling my pain
I'm still in the game, strike while the iron is hot
And be like heat on the thermostat that rise to the top
Mayhem:
A lot of hating going on and I don't want no part of that
Cuz for your chain they'll put some'n in your Prada hat
I'd rather that, you'll never see me scared
Wanna jack it come and grab it, better leave me there
I pull the trigger, the judge tryna give me years
It's self-defenses but jail they wanna see me there
And it seems to me get a plaque they act funny
Cuz they hate to see young, black niggaz stack money, uh
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