Abra Cadabra - Blackbox Cypher (BL@CKBOX) lyrics

[Abra Cadabra - "Robbery" Instrumental] Man don't talk, man rob Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don't bother try run, yuh Look, man don't talk, man rob Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don't bother try run Look, sho, PK Humble phoned man and said he got a movie I said, "bro, I don't want no zenos I ain't no juvie" He said, "3 nine bars of the Buju Banton, let's do this" Me done talk, meet me at the spot down suh, I'ma be there soonish Wow, look that L scale long like JV Man, I smoke till my eyes go red Man, I smoke till my brain get wavey Look, that yute been through where? Allow that I beg a man rate me Look, I can't be the youngest in charge and be out here beefing these babies Look, .44, Glock 9 where? Man, just cool with your gas gun You know man's ready for the breakkie So please don't gwaan on like a madman Look, meanwhile phone up Fizzy, "yo big bro, I got a santan" Look, holla at shower man Rich got a hally on the side He can bang that Cah man pick up, pick up that grub and I move that weight Man stick up, stick up that plug, put the broom to his face Every ting f** up, f** up Dont play, man will shoot man's brain The road get bun up, bun up when Fiddy and Fizz in the way Cah man go mad, man go mad in the trap Man do road on my bros, man don't lie Man do road in my rams Had a man doin' 10 toes Man stop rap, man stop rap with the gang Now I got a room full of hoes, now I'm goin' mad Now I'm goin' mad in the trap Fiddy gotta move these hoes, wow Look, check the score, check the textbook While you was in the crib with Westwood I was on the roads with the bros with the big ting Kickin' down doors for the best budge Look, man are screaming K-this, K-dat, K-dat All now something ain't dead Look, how can you say that I'm new to this sh**? When the last heater bucked, he bled Look, this is Tottenham, fam 'Round here we don't fight with no [?] gyal When I bop through the dance, don't watch man, fam Tottenham 17, yea, you know my gang Sho, yea Look, gotta get it right now Tryna lose these pounds Then gain that again, my connect from south Young change for an ounce That green pack light up, I be locked from morning Look, no time for yawning Cah the lizzy be calling, trap ting boring But it's OK cause the money keeps falling Dodge these drakes Through the cold and the rain, grind hard That's the rules of the game, I don't care about fame I'm not your bae, you just give ucky, I still don't rate Get the f** out of my face This road ting rage Youts get slain, knifework cray My G's don't play Man's felt bare pain, don't tell me 'bout age I've seen grown man get paged My bro, you relate that? Beenie told me, we stay I swear down on Vince all day Look, and that's trouble if I come through Take that lappy if I want to On me, on who? Watch your words, mind (sssh, sssh) Don't bun you [Instrumental 2] Ay, check it Look, oi, look f** the five-o, Tottenham we live-o Still beatin' shots on the bloodclart high road f**in' with the f, man the f so sweet My n***a Fais swipin' whips with his eyes closed My n***as grind, no sleep on the curb My life's reckless My n***as' phone so old school like Tetris Try and tek what's mine, you risk losin' your life We don't snitch 'round here, bro, that's a next ting Funny man on the roads wann' act up Man, I'll be climbin' in your yard like I'm Santa Big rambizzy down your throats ain't banter You don't want no smoke, cah man's cancer k**ing the riddim I'm really loved by these women And I be kickin' and winnin', don't really care 'bout women But they just love what I'm ringin' And they just love how I'm singin' I'm really trynna stop sinning, but the party's beginnin' Me and Kush doin' road, it's a mazah Kicked man down while I'm screamin', "Gaza" Man, I'll f** up a p**y then cut like my farda Knock man's ting from Tottenham to Ghana Look, real shower man gotta eat right Tek man's food, tell him, "s** your mum" three times For the money I'll be climbin' in your beehive For the money I'll be climbin' in your beehive Look, a word of advice you best mind who you're dissing Cuh it can long with the Smith & Mummy's got a knife, all back up in the kitchen Cuh sssh got a big .45 that'll lift him The roads are getting gritty and it's painful Cuh I been out here, chillin', watching rain fall Mummy said not everyone that smiles is your friend So I'm [?] You would be surprised at who would snake you There's weight on my chest and I can feel it Cah anytime I wann' speak my mind, I stop breathin' These judgemental pricks really think that I'm a eediat Abz no problem, I really be a demon My bredrins like, "Abz, just leave them people" If I start moving wicked they gon' say that I'm evil Make them start bustin' stunts like Evel Knievel Bodyslam a prick like William Regal They say that I'm bad mind, I say that they bad mind It's he say, she say, and it's wastin' my damn time I can be in the booth or be buildin' my dank line Instead I'm sittin' here plannin' to hit 'em up and bang 5 cah I live this life, don't wanna this life But it's really these guys distributin' bare lies Talkin' 'bout when he see me he gon' bun man I turn a man's light skin dark like sun tan Look, you think I do this road ting for fun, fam? I've seen gypsy youts in the ends turn gun man So diss me and I turn up at the crib Oh Lord, if the po-po don't cuff man I'm really in the field, I mean, I'm really in the streets Chiraq? Nah dawg, I'm from the gritty streets of T Round here, we ain't got no deets No shopping city, just a sh**ty McD's When a man a bait [?] come run and act up You can know the one [?] She ask me where I'm from Yo B, I'm from a [?] Tottenham, [?], North side of London So man a order the ting in my palms it's done If i ask catch him with a ting in my palms, you best run Ain't hard for a yute with funds to get spun And hard for me to nap him and demand a fat sum Man a [?] spark up a doobie Before you haffi road I been spark up a rookie Look, then again I want bags this year So I beg you please don't pa** me the dully I ain't freein' up your willy till I'm nine up You really not heard that your gyal topped mine, dawg? They call me burner-boi, man they call me burner-boi If I caught that burner, boi, don't set off my timebomb Look, take time when you're winin' And I'ma take you [?] movie dinin' Me and Fais got your friend's girl hyping And when she steps out we got here looking righteous Hot browning with a big back Make her shake that like a box of Tic Tacs I'm all the way with that, no problem, chit-chat Got her feelin' like she wanna ride on his rich bag Sho, look, but I'ma grip that Oi, tell her, "come 'round to my dick at" She've been ridin' dirty in my rental, let her whip that Look, no flex zone, I'ma kick back Look, one eight, one harder Praise the Lord, you only have one farda, mazah I'ma give a hater's gyal the saga She ain't never had a low battery cause I charge her If had her goin' in then I'ma go harder Grindin' with my cartels in the Gaza Soon catch us chillin' off on the plaza Bright lights and the doors sayin', "mazah" I'ma come with a bang, can you hear me? No, man isn't beast they should fear me If you got beef with succes don't come near me Cause I'ma be rich off a plan, movin' carefree, cah I remember watchin' CBeebies No since I didn't know about KMT The only crime I commited was KDG And now I'm sittin' in the trap, God save me please, sho Damn, I'm gettin' older There was a point when I saw my life fold up Many times I should have linked, my daddy never showed up He used to busy my calls when I phoned up So you can never say I wasn't made for this My bredrins had whips, I had to pay for lifts And in the past I didn't have no present My bro, I had to pay for gifts Look, Christmas soon come, no funds for that That's if I see my Christmas and I ain't stuck in the can Cah, I said to myself, "I ain't goin' jail" I nearly never stuck with the plan Look, I swear it really hurts me Why I gotta grind hard to move dirty? Why I gotta worry about my bruddas bein' certi? Why can't I live easy with the girlies? Mumsy tellin' me, "Stop comin' home late" Huh, how I gotta put food on my plate? Through the cold and the rain Sho, look, grind hard, that's the rules of the game, oi Shawty wanna f** with a n***a like me Wanna f** with a n***a like me But my shawty knows if you f** with a n***a like me I could put you on ITV Shawty lookin' blessed in that Maxi dress Trust me, I done never fiend for s** but I had to show her That I'm the best of the rest, I'm the rest of the best Cah that batty lookin' vexed I sip cups of that Rosé I'm chillin', watchin' Soul Plane Gettin' groovy for the whole day, that's me But this girl ain't tax free Look, expensive taste, expensive ways African queen with expensive days The finish line's mad, she's a Ghana gyal That's an expensive race I said, "[?] me" Naija gyal wann' do me She said she wann' get groovy Mummy, said what [?] She [?] me Look, cause she heard I'm the in ting She wann' get to pinging She tells me I'm sweet like ching ching She gets para when my phone starts ringin' Cause she thinks that is my gym ting So she starts with her lips and movin' like fed with the frisking I'm lovin' on her [?] skin She put me on a man with squares [?] in but I might just drink him [?] said I'm [?] Till I give her that ti-ti-ti-ting She gets mad when my phone starts to ri-ri-ri-ring She wants me to buy her a ri-ri-ri-ring, oh no Look, check it But I'm so seductive You can put me in the booth, I'm so productive You can put me in the broom with a gyal And I take that b**h to Disney and back I'll poke her hand and sho