Big Zuu - Playing Games lyrics

[Intro: Big Zuu] B-I, B-I [Verse 1: Big Zuu] I take time when I step See, my mind’s on my grind, not trying to flex Big Zuu, known for mic igniting the decks Take a chip from the deck, then I’m lighting a stench Stay high on the regs cuh I came from the lows Me, I do it for my bros till my stack’s all wedge I don’t care ’bout being backed by a ledge Cuh the bars wavy, push boats to the edge Real to my word and I know what I said They’re some part-time shottas, can’t mess with the Z Try warn, brother, knew you’d get finessed with the lev But they don’t know about West These likkle youts gotta get baptised to be blessed on my ends See, you’re too ga**ed on your block If you mark all your stock There’s some bruddas that will get some shares Just by investing in skengs I know bruddas in pen ’cause of shoot-outs I know bruddas with mad lines like tube routes But they lay low, ain’t tryna do drought These youts buss a likkle shot And that’s what their whole tune’s ’bout And that’s what their whole life is These little kids talk about war But there’s people with mad countries in crisis We’re all tryna go where the Ps are Tryna find where my slice is What goes around comes around So why you think I keep moving righteous? Cuh we came from the blocks where we light spliffs Ducking from the jakes in the high-vis But we didn’t really care cuh we like risk Man, I’m tryna get a yard with a nice lift From the bottom to the top, it’s my time, b**h [Verse 2: Merky ACE] I ain’t inna no argy bargey, lock off the party Try violate? I’ll be back like Arnie Buj part Harle-Tsunami Typhoon on a Typhoon Get your ends burnt like onion bhaji Bad solo, I don’t need no army Think that they know me? Hardly For the right move, I’ll tan man’s auntie [Chorus: Merky ACE] Everybody wanna play till the toys come out Stuck in the mud if we’re playing tag See something bulging, know that’s it Better think first, this ain’t duck-duck-goose Touch man’s skull, he’ll be leaking juice Ain’t bringing no flavours; blazing youts Trapping in tracksuits Get boil up, bring your bathing suits It’s peak Get drowned by the sharks in the Blue Stampede by gorillas and the lions in the zoo Say me good-hearted but they’re lying, it’s true We’re them bad people, they’re just liars in the booth Lying through their teeth till they get hit with the tooth You tryna beef a mad head? Sick You ain’t even heat rash, let alone flu Spit venom at you and your brederins too [Verse 3: Big Zuu] Chun-Li’s pow to enlighten Got a piece of the vibe just from writing How many sets have I showered? That lightning It’s only man that’s sour that ain’t vibesing Trust, trust, trust Them man are just cowards, they ain’t riding Bunch of flours, they ain’t rising I’m in the top of this tower, I’m in a different league You’re all fake, you ain’t got no legitimacy And ’bout I spit too loud, well You lack the illiteracy You ain’t got no energy Nah, you lack the vitamin C Me and my bruddas, we’re the illest MCs Little youts tryna ask how to get a tek piece I tell ’em “from young I came with a tek with ease” Bussing up sets, North, West and East Go South, go Flex and flex on beats Bussing a sweat, uh Thou will never test this beast I’ll only rest when I’m six feet deep Becuh man have been the best and his best ain’t seen We’ve got mad companies, investing Ps And we’re still in the lab, man’s billing up fatties Oh, we’ve got another show Know that I’m sitting in pa**y We’ve got something in the beef, man are moving wa**y You can hold couple shots to your cha**is Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap Dem man dere beat corn through a lappy It’s only online when you’re chatty You don’t wanna get real-life scrappy [Verse 4: Merky ACE] I ain’t inna no -ism and -schism Rise up my sitting and hit him Game over; failed mission No restarts or continue Gravestone with your full name D.O.B and the day that I met you For the talk that you chat, get silenced, loose With the nizzy or wap, I’m a violent yout Fling ’bout chairs and my fist too [Chorus: Merky ACE] Everybody wanna play till the toys come out Stuck in the mud if we’re playing tag See something bulging, know that’s it Better think first, this ain’t duck-duck-goose Touch man’s skull, he’ll be leaking juice Ain’t bringing no flavours; blazing youts Trapping in tracksuits Get boil up, bring your bathing suits It’s peak Get drowned by the sharks in the Blue Stampede by gorillas and the lions in the zoo Say me good-hearted but they’re lying, it’s true We’re them bad people, they’re just liars in the booth Lying through their teeth till they get hit with the tooth You tryna beef a mad head? Sick You ain’t even heat rash, let alone flu Spit venom at you and your brederins too