Krept & Konan - Bloodclart lyrics

[Krept:] All about the British Sterling Can you not see, the cars German Put my money where my mouth is, cause my grands are high f** the talking dog, this ain't family guy Yeah, my hood's nuts, mind how you speak here Cause them 2 9s, will make you leap, yeah Yeah your j**els shine bright like a diamond Round here, if you shine bright, you could die Mond' That's the hood, n***a, don't take it personal If they let them rounds off at your circle Don't underestimate the youngers lurking the strip Think their things are drama till they murk all you pricks The same ones that you Salaam could be the ones to draw the piece on you Youths wanna poke a man, girls wanna peek at you If A bad B likes what she C's, she'll get the D from you E don't give a F, he'll stick you up and take a G from you And you can't call police If they stick you with that knife You better fork the Ps From the narm to the hill down to Thorton Heath Where they'll nappa man (why?) for talking grief So focus on the money, road life sh** Now my bank balance's looking like mileage [?] 5 bottles, what are you on? Them broke n***as buy cups, thats a b**b job [Giggs:] What's these n***as gonna do when I stick it on em What's these n***as gonna do when I stick it on em Click it on em (click it) Whip it on em (whip it) Slip it on em Get Bloodclart wicked on em [x2] [Konan:] (Yeah) Went from a ringer to a ringtone Could have ended up in pen for the [?] Change to the plimsolls You know how the thing goes Bruddahs doing birds Phoning me off the wing phone (Behave) You could get bottled for a cheap shot Dirty money, yeah my bruddahs really see rocks Tell him ease off Bars ill [?] So don't be moving funky round my crazy cousins (Oh yea) Now I got the rapping all my bars Little begs call me 'cous' but family we aren't Thinking back when I was out there Jacket out my mask With the canon in the car Like I'm hanging with Jamal (Kaboom) Have you on the run Four hours p**y till I got the c*nt (Kone) How could I go lidge? Ribena in my fridge I was still out robbing sons All the grief from police with the 'let me live' From a rugrat was itching to pepper pigs Out there on the roadside all day (why's that) Cause robbing man for Os was my forte They can't chat to Giggs they can't chat to Krept Boom bye bye old school racket set (Kaboom) f** getting bad, that's a bag of stress But I'll still thief your watch if you're aqua fresh [Giggs:] What's these n***as gonna do when I stick it on em What's these n***as gonna do when I stick it on em Click it on em (click it) Whip it on em (whip it) Slip it on em Get Bloodclart wicked on em [x2] [Giggs:] What's these f*ggots gonna do when I stick it on em? This that traffic warden strap, stick a ticket on em n***as stuck cause sh** go'ne go get sticky for em Blow that f**ing shotty through his back, did it Ricky for him Oh Mama have to mac it Little Riz, Chief Keef catch them man in traffic If I want your life, send a bunch of man to snatch it Man, I got the custom made air force matching with the jacket (I had to) Got that wotzit n***a Better watch it n***a What's the gossip n***a? Wanna step up to that bridge, you better cross it n***a Feeling like this the prophesy and I'm that prophet n***a (oof) Hood fella, Hood breddah Old school, Woody Woodpecker (jheeze) Phone call the little hood repper Got that crazy petrol, call it hood pepper On a violent hype Creep on a silent night b**h n***as got me boiling out Like a pilot light I don't really like to talk to the confiding type So all you'll really get from me is goodbyes and hi's Mac fully spread Back of his head I just left a hell hole Back from the dead Thought he was invincible, He actually bled Put that bit of work in then back to my bed [Giggs:] What's these n***as gonna do when I stick it on em What's these n***as gonna do when I stick it on em Click it on em (click it) Whip it on em (whip it) Slip it on em Get Bloodclart wicked on em [x2]