In the House

(Sluggy, what you saying man?) I'm on the scene to make new chapters On the beat to erase bein' cashless Rip round Raptors, we're little bastards Born in Bradford, raised as grafters What's madness, is they don't like B 'Cause I be sick when I drop to the beat Already tell that you're movin' your feet Yo Sluggy, put me in a different league Took off the latch, then I climbed in Full scale setup what I'm findin' Cultivation of crops, I'm in This the Bradford lifestyle, puttin' time in Lights in thе box, the filter pipe in, but That's еnough and back to my thing When I'm rhymin', when I'm hypin' What I'm likin', this power slidin' Done a quick slide on a bike and I thought I lost it Brought it back and I popped it Lifted it up on the straight, man I bossed it What's on my mind? Danger's never crossed it Marky's lost it and bossed it 20 year old, don't need a job to make profit Made dirty pukka then washed it I used to need to shoplift These days I'm silly with it Music's mad, made a killin' with it Bare snakes in the grass keep doin' your shit I get the last laugh 'cause I've nowt to lose Couldn't live a day in my shoes Mummy bought you all your change, you fool Not a dumb kidda, could of got all my A's in school But I took a hard route, climbed to the top, boom When I aim, our kid, I start reeling it back I just wanna put my team on the map Red beema and the maxed out M3's and that Baggin' up stardawg, just schemin' and that Quick drift when I'm leavin' and that Front wheel drive, got a friend in the back So I'd better make sure they don't leave with the cash I've come a long way from creepin' and that If you're from the estate, then you will understand Whip that clutch, hit the power band If you want funds, then you move contraband And if you want a bike, then you bring a couple grand If you've got beef, then you bring a couple mans Never gonna run, you've got to make it a stand If you want P then you've got to move sand If you're outnumbered, you put a wrench in your hand Two things that I want, a bad Barbie, and a Yamaha farmy I want a quad bike army, yo Marky I wanna bring a whip to the party Skinny and slim ones, bring out the big ones Givin' it big guns, I like the thin ones I like the ones that are dirty and bad Who's that on the road? I'm reversin' it back My mush, jump on a farmy Summertime, droppin' off bare Charlie One hand got a bottle of Bacardi In the other one, I've got a German car key Next day jumped on a bike, you know One hand, 40% Purnod 3.5 in a large raw cone And my right hand stinkin' of dosy-doe Like Saturday's here, purple punch Sunday lands, it's tropical runtz Done three bottles, now I want a full drum When the five-o land, I will laugh at the cunts I, wanna jump in a whip, a sick German, not a 1.6 And I could afford one if you paid your ticks But I'll keep savin' 'til I can buy 6 In a stage 2 remapped, diesel decat 3.2 litres, you can't beat that Ford Ranger bus, and that's been de-badged '22 plate, better know it weren't cheap lad Trick the beeper, is she a keeper? Back then we was mansion creepers I just wanted a car with reverse bleepers Hand on the wheel with a 9 karat keeper I was a dealer, now I make legitimate cash Still got love to my boys on graft Using benzocaine to make bash £1,200 bar, if you want a 10-pack Fact, I can make tracks One day in fact You love old school, so I bring that back And the beemers, me I do a U-turn nash