Juke - LAB TV - Bar Session 2 lyrics

Lad I've been skint, but I'm still ridin' on 3 minutes 46 seconds let me time the bomb You're chattin' you a rider but you've never f**in' fired a john Walkin' with the limp like you're a pimp but you're still signing on This b**h is raving, craving for a line of bub Catch me in the fezzy kid I got the ladies lining up This little divvy chattin' game and thinks he's riding tough When I'm pulling out the 12 gauge kid your time is up, your time is up You're chattin' that you're rappin', singing, you're a gobsh**e Jukey paper stackin' got me thinking that it's not right Cold out here, sh**'s stinging when the dogs fight I pedal on me bike until me fingers got frostbite Chattin' major graft, you're in the flats and you be robbin' boilers All the f**in' sh** you're spitting out your grid would clog a toilet Never have you rapping on my track, wouldn't want to spoil it Lad, I'd rather put you on your back and watch you proper soil it I'm the type of kid that's into fighting, psycho that'll sink a bite in trust me when I light my spliff, it brings the night in Got me thinkin' I should get a pad and ink and write it Swerve the drinkin' trust your crib is stinking when I light it I've got the flow, lad you know I'll keep it going if you like it On point like a dart kid, sharper than the knife tip, sicker than the average not competing with the norm I'm talking 36s if I'm linkin' up your door I won't be voting in the next election, corruption making old people f**in' beg for pensions Don't be doing them a favour kid you'll never get a mention! The recollection of the debt collection Puttin' chemicals in foods kid they've got you locked And if you thinkin' that you're nothin' kid you've lost the plot They've even got you clockin' in and f**in' clockin' off There's a lot of things worse than the bong of pot I want dough, so the cheddar's on the dispatch Straight cash kidda, already dealt with the riff-raff You on strap, cause you're getting "Welcome to Giff-Gaff" Pedal to the metal, getting kettled when I lift that When I was a kid, it's Glendevon lad I lived that If there is a God, I wanna go back, I wish that Daddy had a plan'd hit the fan and went to sh** bad Locked up in the pad and we got dragged up and binbagged Now it's Jukey B I'm punchin' man up over slim bags When I get it poppin' kids are droppin' from the bim-bam Getting nicked for croppin' it's nothing like a crim Dam Know a couple kids who'll dig your nan up for the flim-flam Kid we get it cracking, I'm laughing at your chit-chat and trust me lad your back I'll f**in' snap it like a Kit-Kat All the lads are packin', when we blast it lad your wig splats Chattin that you're active so we have to get your chin snapped You know it's gonna happen if you wanna f** with me 50 cally bullet in your stomach or your kidney And if I never done it then the f**er would have did me Trust me kid I'm gunnin' if you're coming up to wig me Cause I'm a grafter, who's after the earner Graft on me patch kid, I'm blasting that burner Mask on me trap, for the cash I will hurt ye Best empty your stash, or your nan I will murder Befriend and betray, it's Julius Caesar Don't trust any dealer, will flap when I squeeze her The Mac lad, the peeler Trust lad you don't want to feel her, cause that's what you'll get when I see, yeah And if it's beef then I'm eager I'll chop a man and drop a man straight in my freezer .380 the feeler I know you go to bits if I squeeze the, you'll piss your f**in' kecks in a seizure Attack you, if I've got the strap up I'll clap you, if I catch you hollow tips are goin' at you The fact is, if you talk beef, then I back sh**, any daft prick will get whacked with a fat stick Ain't no f**in' with the cartel, I've got the Alizé, Remy, Martel Don't be actin' ready like we can't tell When the George got heavy lad your arse fell And I'm a big lad listen, a sick tactician, big fat spliff and Jukey kicks back fishin' Lazzy up the cash I got the flick transmittin' Kids are ga**ing with the rap but Jimmy spits ambition, HaHAA You know it's true though, plod are picking up the piece like it's Cluedo And I be floppin' out the boxes like I'm Bruno And I be stickin' to the readies like I'm glue bro, BANG