Bugzy Malone - War Mode lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Bugzy Malone, twenty-one, dun' know (Sound To Your Mind) (Gotcha) [Verse 1] I’m going in to war mode and that means I'll do what the fu*k I wanna (Yeah) And I'm on some I don’t give a fu*k who it belongs to (Yeah) Track star, you wanna see the Lizzy that'll run through I'm a rap star now, but I'm a don too (deep it) Not a driller but I've left man open, leakin' Terrorist the way I've had mans parents, screamin' Brandishin’ my flicky and the shrubs, steamin’ When I snap I see red like I'm possessed by a demon Always been a ni**a that can dress clean Robbing everyday I would finesse weed Never knew when I would see my next dream Cah the nightmares had a ni**a stressed, now they’re telling me I'm blessed But you're listening to an ex thief Loyal for my killies, I will sweat, bleed Don't cry for me if it’s death Cry for me if I lose the will to hustle and go get P's Never that (Never) I'm in the Lamborghini with the roof off and Nipseys Victory lap, taking me back, to nights in the trap Watchin' my older puttin' nasty in a wrap Bag upon the toilet seat cause if they burst in flush it Add the baking soda let it boil don't rush it It's class A you need the balaclava And if you see feds, hit the fence and use the bushes as a cushion It gets filthy when you getting dirty money fu*king with these hood rats You serving scumbags, you better pray you run fast (Ah) Cause guilty means you'll do time you'll never get back So it's fun and games until you're in a cage Nobody tells you that jails full of regrets (Nah) I'm on the phone telling him I want the rose gold Richard Millie with the baguettes You're loyal to your soil, you think ni**as are real Til' they start sending dick pictures over to your ex And your olders are certified til' you hit the block years later in a C-class Mercedes and you're mortified The same ni**a that taught you to cook a rock Told you to bag it up, lookin' like a shop Independence means you gotta be smart (Huh) These rappers are following the leader I get the new Louis when it's just in like Bieber (Huh) And now the petty tanks, six litre Before Cali-weed we had haze (Hey) Ownership is how we get paid I'm looking at mansions, know you ni**as don't play I've got the statue made in Italy like it's a bolognese, watch this, look I'm about to sell out the arena in my city I'm like the Pied Piper the way they walk with me And don't listen to a word the papers say When it's the castle, nobody fu*ks with me In the streets it's chaos like City and United's got a game Traffic jams and everything, I don't get adrenaline I just get competitive, everyone's repetitive Tired of seeing broke ni**as, acting like they're stacked When their careers half dead already like they're Pete & Bas It's an automatic now it's giving man a heart attack I've had a chart position five years in a row, back to back So if legends live forever then I guess I'm Peter Pan I resurrected on 'em like the black Jesus Jumped down from the cross and landed on my feet dead center I used to spend a winter shottin' off boxes from a blender Now the tour starts November and we're finishing December I've got the Scottish and Irish pulling up on boats like they're pirates Lions and tigers, I came up with riders Any disrespect will decorate your front door with the bottom of our Nikes You're listening to a monarch, I'm British and I'm proud Always give my blood, sweat and tears to the crowd God save the queen, cus' she's the head of state I went bangin' on my adversaries with an empty plate Then I got myself a full chicken with the perinaise (Hey) Pray to the gods for better days (Hey) Only do it if it gets you paid Manchester to the death of me, home of the brave This is that great British sh*t cus' I was born here Learned to kick a ball here I remember Paul Gascoigne with three lions on his shirt Lay on the floor with his arms in the air Just celebrating the victory of warfare Greatness running through my veins On these cold English streets is where I learned to play the game I learned to break a kilo to 36 28's And I'm decapitating rappers like I'm fu*king Henry VIII Bugzy Malone, twenty-one, dun' know