Lyrics

(Masterpiece plan, knowledge) get me We got a lot to talk 'bout Raskit, God's Gift Oi, yo What you do will come back to you What you do will come back to you What you do will come back to you What you do will come back to you What you do will come back to you What you do will come back Hold your mouth, hold your mouth, ah-uh Raskit don't give a shit (I mean) Ain't concerned, ain't worried, don't mind But you should watch your lip (I mean) If you keep chatting in a hurry you'll find The bottom of a six foot pit (I mean) Don't care what creed, color or kind Bullets'll make you sit (I mean) Make you relax, lay-down, unwind Raskit don't give a damn (I mean) Ain't that bothered, not much, don't care Catch me if you can (I mean) It's possible you will get hit with a chair Talk like you're the man (I mean) If you want beef you'll get a fair share Dizzee got a masterplan (I mean) I'm a problem for Anthony Blair Raskit don't have a bar (I mean) Don't have it from him, her or dem I'll make a rudeboy say, "Rarr" (I mean) With or without the use of a skeng Remove you from your car (I mean) Got a temper, it's big like Ben And I don't care who you are (I mean) Move to your boys, I'll move to your men Raskit don't waste time (I mean) Don't hesitate, don't pet, don't ramp Two-two, .38, .9 (I mean) These digits'll leave you stiff like cramp You wanna test? That's fine (I mean) You couldn't take Dizzee Rascal for a tramp If you cross my line (I mean) I'll leave you colorful, dazed and damp I don't want beef today It's not arms today Let's keep it calm today Let's be friends I don't wanna write today Let's not fight today I feel alright today Let's be friends You got a problem blud? Let's solve it blud Gats and bora's blud Hold your mouth You got a problem blud? Let's solve it blud Gats and bora's blud Hold your mouth Yo, it don't make no sense to me Why fellas don't wanna act sensibly You better re-check your identity You better re-check how you speak, uh You don't make no sense to me If I switch I won't act sensibly I'll make you care intensively You'll be in a coma for a week And I really can't come to grips With how these fellas act just like chicks But now I retaliate with clips And now I retaliate with force You should come to grips With how you really should watch your lips You better know we're some lunatics And that we retaliate, of course You don't wanna feel the heat from my- I roll deep wi' my- I'm always on the street wi' my- I eat wi' my- I sleep wi' my- And I can put you six foot deep wi' my- Chat shit you get beat wi' my- Roll straight sound be the street wi' my- Try if I'm never on my feet wi' my- I'm only on my feet when I bus' heat And you just ran outta luck wi' my- Say your gonna get fucked up wi' my- Gunshots leave bodies bruk wi' my- And I can make the whole place duck wi' my- If you don't wanna get stuck wi' my- Boom, when I get out the truck wi' my- 'Cause you'll get jacked and gun-butt wi' my- And I'll leave your whole jaw bruk wi' my-
Writer(s): Dylan Mills, Jerome Dow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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