[Verse 1: Giggs]
n***as better act like they know
You will get smacked in the boat
Even though I've got my strap in my coat
If I pull it out, I'll have a n***a running scared like he just saw Casper The Ghost
And I got a mad stash of coke
The trap ain't a joke
Free samples packs to promote
When I say I'm on the rasclart strip
I ain't talking 'bout a slag on the pole
n***as say my tracks are a moesh
Boom blast, Hollowman is like an axe to a throat
My raps ain't a joke
I'mma start switching off n***as like my straps a remote
'Cos the step like they large
Raps so greazy you expect they'll be hard
They ain't even press on the start
It's all just a deceptive visage
And I got the Pecks in my car
Tiny Raver, that's my little n***a Pesky Tarras
Squeezed off and left in the car
That's the reason why the (?)'s on my arse
I'm getting messy again, this is Hollowman
And I had to holler at Blade to let the hollows bang
I know you little p**y arse n***as probably hoping that my rocket jam
[Verse 2: Blade Brown]
We roll with youngers, roll with olders and roll with soldiers
We're holding revolvers so please look over your shoulders
Stay on your toes and sh**
Before the revolver spits
I'm into linking gash, you know them older chicks
I'm into making Ps, I'm into buying garms
Hold tight my n***as locked down due to firearms
We on the damn road, and we be making P's
We gonna' do this sh** our own way and just make them see
The road's a joke, we damn rob n***as
And sold it all for green, brown and loads of coke
My n***as holding sticks, you n***as hold your dicks
We're in this game to takeover, yeah I told you pricks
I know I'm spitting slow, I'm trying to make you hear
I'm trying to break it down simple, trying to make it clear
We're not them other n***as, the type to get sniffed and start snitchin'
And Trident undercover n***as
Trying hard, real hard not to smother n***as
Cos at the end of the day, we're all brothers n***as
We're in the same struggle, tryna' make the 'caine juggle
We grew up from the same dirt and same rubble
Listen, the streets are gritty and grimy
I got the city behind me
I like the things that are pretty and shiny
(like, gritty and grimey
I got the city behind me
I like the things that are pretty and shiny)
Listen, and when it comes to my money man
Get it correct, I don't shot any more, I just collect Ps
Collect bills, collect G's
I want my money upfront, I want correct Ps
Make nines blow for lines of poke
Dubs beat Barley that's the only grinds I know
(Like, that's the only grinds I know
Dubs beat Barley, that's the only grinds I know)
Lets Go!