Roll Deep - Terrible lyrics

Sometimes I don't think you motherf**ers understand where I'm coming from. Where I'm trying to get to. [Chorus] Now we're going on terrible I don't care what you say, Now we're going on terrible I don't care who they are Now we're going on terrible I had enough that's it Now we're going on terrible I'm gonna live to the end cause now we're going on.. Are you really ready for this Style that'll get you in a twist Step back on the track If you don't want to get splat Then I'll dismiss, Thought you wanted a part of this? Now put the fools in the grave Ya'll want to still be brave? behave Do you have any G for the rave Get a trim, and a shave You gotta look good for this Gotta just stand for this Gotta bus shoobs for this and get pissed Cause you're rolling with the wickedest Check this Spit, venomous sh** with my click When I'm tick you better come quick Long ting and you must be zipped And my style is fresh Know you ain't gotta light vest So I aim straight for ya chest [Chorus] Bet you didn't know I was a really money getter Me and my crew we're hot, we can't get better Everything I do is for the love and the cheddar Am I ever gonna stop? oh no, never ever Nuff of them boy want to bredder And they want to bred it with me But I be too clever Do you remember when I never had a tenner Out on the road and at the end now I'm tella Gonna show up with the doe and watch them eyes get redder Never gonna forget, I came from the gutter I'm the brand new stutter Who want to test badman under fire Nuff of them are cool blood Nuff of them are liars Am I gonna take them higher A little bit of william That's what you require Its the 2 triple 0 and my name's under fire I'm burning up like a michellin tyre [Chorus] All I know is thugs and criminals My style is quite explainable Bet you didn't that it was capable Touch the mike and you'll come invisible Incredible, don't mind me 'cause wooo Hate my style cause its original Play my track upon the vinyl Now you know we're gone chronical What do you know Living out in the ghetto Running from the five-o Bus some shots and I'm ready to blow I'm going on bludclart double-o (woah) Check this if you like my flow I'm biggin up the crew that pin the block Ripping off shots, whether its hot or not Bad boy blowing up the shot. [Chorus] Flowing on the microphone is a minor I am the original style holder Who's that upon the microphone, guess you wonder Can't see me cause man will shoot ya Badman I come from all over Pa** me the gun in any weather Autumn-spring, summer or winter Gone till I die, its a minor Dance that we ramjam, follow man, its our gang Breezey, wiley, flo-dan k** any boy from any station Them 3 say I'm a true mic man Empty minded mc's, never like them ones I ride for the intelligent ones Dangargan, my name' flo-dan Eh heh, that's why. [Chorus: x2]