• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Ur In Da Army - S.a.s.
• To Be A Hustler - S.a.s.
• Dungeon Party (ft. Nicki Minaj) - S.a.s.
• Gangsta Shit (remix) - S.a.s.
• Rock N Roll - S.a.s.
• Doing Fine - S.a.s.
• Can You Feel Me? - S.a.s.
• Don't Even Think About It - S.a.s.
• On Dem Roads - S.a.s.
• Beyond Deep - S.a.s.
• So Free - S.a.s.
• Diamonds Aren't Forever - S.a.s.
• Top Of The Globe - S.a.s.
• Reservoir Dogs - S.a.s.
• Nothing Long (remix) - S.a.s.
• Dutty Clap - S.a.s.
• Why Try - S.a.s.
• Cheerio - S.a.s.
• I Ain't Inna That - S.a.s.
• Tarrantula - S.a.s.
• I've Been Waiting - S.a.s.
• Albatraoz - S.a.s.
• Coming to America 2 - S.a.s.
• Coming To America - S.a.s.
• Cru Love - S.a.s.

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

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

[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

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

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

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

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?

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:
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)

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