[Verse 1 - Toumi]
Man better know my name on the streets
Chase me away then I will come back
When you say (blup blup)
People go (blup blup)
When I go (blup)
Everybody gets (brrrrrrap)
Take a dead man's clothes, sell them back to his wife
Bloodstains fresh from the gash of the knife
Spend all the dough she gave me on a piece
Come back the same night and take the gal's life
Yea they let me out man, I been inside
Man better run now, man better hide
Boy better know when I raise the bar, the cunt still won't score 'coz his shots go wide
Not a man still alive who could front my pack
Strap man to the tracks, yea I'm bad like that
Come to my pad, ransack for my stacks
But I'm strapped wirh gats to blow caps back fast
Strapped at my waist
Strapped to my teeth
Strapped when I'm eating
Strapped when I sleep
Strapped with a strap so fat, it'll blast back caps
From the northwest to the southeast
Man try chat like I might get mugged
Man is unaware that they are running on a thug
Man'll get tossed in the Mersey, tied up
Last breath screaming out "glug glug glug"
Man better know my name on the streets
Chase me away then I will come b-
Them man they know my name on the streets
When I'm knocking on doors, see them running out back
Off the lights, assault the guys and watch em cry
We sick deep when we ready to attack
Guys wanna get "white girl wasted" out on the piss
Try "black man wasted" dead in a ditch
Don't wanna see a guy like me switch
Shock to the bulb blows glass to bits
Unstable with a loose screw, breakdowns
Upataged in a battle, see man fake-out
Low resistance with a high charge - Meltdown
Own a pistol, one wrong move, DEAD now
Know that you could never psyche me out
Heart beats steady when the siren's loud
[Skit - Toumi]
Okay, do you know why I've stopped you?
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Why don't you start by giving us your name?
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We could do this here or at the station
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Do you have anything on you that you shouldn't have?
[Verse 2 - Toumi]
Done some things I' ain't too proud of
Nonetheless you won't hear me mouth off
Conscience clean like a task force soldier
Won't snitch on-myself, face like poker
Man like me don't need no closure
And I'm only finna get much much colder
Fun in the summer is being out in the street but
Winter's coming, I need food on the freezer
Believe that the pizza people rate me
Their feet are in the street 'coz I make bare orders
Beastle tips for a speedy delivery
If I'm extra peckish, I might grab me some hors d'eurves
Colder seasons are the party times and when the smoke'll linger in the air of the night
And if you float our ways then you're in for a treat
'Coz like every motherfucker's got a smoke machine
And I ain't talking 'bout a smoke machine
I'm talking bout rhe people round here man, they smoke like smoke machines
To get their dopamine up for halloween
Until a guy gets smoked by a smoke machine
And there's plenty of places out here to hide a body
Real good specs you could dump a corpse
Alt River, Mill Farm, round Shevvy, by ours, on the way to double M in the boot of your car
Get a man boxed off 'coz he's acting hard
Poor guy didn't know you didn't come to spar
How hard you are, it don't matter at all when you're buried in your back garden
Not even far from where you spent your life until it all got shattered
Frozen stiff because you wanted to have it
Scary thing is, that don't even matter
'Coz that's standard practice for a walking hazard
