Ghetts - East Meets South lyrics

[Intro: Ghetts and Buck ] Hear what I'm saying now It's Ghetto E13, all day long I'm here now with my n***a Buck OTB Southside SE17 [Verse 1: Buck] I'm from the ends where we bang bang these Southside streets And I linked with N.A.S.T.Y crew's Ghetto from the East Got siege on my side and he's ready to squeeze Heard about Sidewinder so f** Flirta D 'Cause we got 'em toys When you spit, you don't say no bars You just make a lot of noise Hype hype dssh Hype hype eurghh co*k back squeeze, leave you right right durr Boy, the stuff you pulled bugged me You remind me of Kanu Skinny, tall and ugly When we roll to Pecknarm, you know where the thugs be, guns be I push you like we push d** You're a little mug, don't have to be on ITV for us to feed you slugs 'Cause I'm back in the [?] Skengs we be grippin' it If it's on, co*k back, we be lickin' it On the grad, here today, know we be flippin' it Flirta, f**ed up on the door, blood be drippin' here Get it right, this is it G One more word, no more smooth nights at ministry [Verse 2: Ghetts] f** you what you heard, it weren't nothin' but nonsense Said I'm a dead man And I'm up and I'm conscious You n***as must be bonkers f**in' with monsters I'll catch when you least expect it and dump you in Romford I came, I saw, I conquered Your brain's on the floor like converse No strays in the door It's blatant that I am for your jaw I'm straight from the gutter Around here, we don't rate the pompous If you f** with Ghetto, buss the metal You don't want it with us, on a level Don't doubt it, I'm about it And you know I'm down with the foul clip For a round quick, with a shot to your face when the roundhouse kick Two caps to your face, now bow down b**h [?] And in my town, you were tryna' clown and left to drown on spit You ain't real, on the account of it But still you feel, you're down for it I'm sk**ed in the field, mad with a shield You can run but you can't hide, in the field The only reason you're alive because I know n***as that'll lick out your eye for a bill I'm straight from the grime, it's real [Verse 3: Ghetts and Buck ] Because this is what happens when South meets East OTB, N.A.S.T.Y Crew Get it right, we squeeze The boy Buck and Ghetto don, we run the streets We say f** p**y n***as 'cause we roll with G's You see, this is what happens when South meets East Two real n***as, you don't want our people to pouch Without people around, my people are foul I don't want to have to leave you 6 feet in the ground [Outro: Ghetts] Now look at him Now look at him, swear I was listening to radio last night and I was sending for you, you know Thought I heard something from you? You think I give a f**? His sound from that Crazy Frog sh**