Ezro - Headtop (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Tuckz] (Ladies and gentlemen) Yeah Headtop clarter Trust me Remix Trust, I am the, I am the farda T to the, T to the Z [Verse 1: Tuckz] Old school flow just like a Saxon Man wanna hold my flow for ransom But you don't really want no interaction Best get in line just like a fraction And yeah, I'm interactive I'll take your girl and get to mashing And after the mashing, I'll be dashing Gotta hit the road to get the cash in Quick lashing, not bashing And when I write bars, I put the facts in And no, I'm not into clashing I'll kick your door straight off the latches You love to talk 'bout automatics When you see me, best put that to practice or Left cheek will hold a slappage Cause I grew up round crime and automatics [Chorus: Tuckz] I am the farda Tell me a brother who's harder Violate me, need more than a plaster Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter Head-head-head, yeah, the headtop clarter Come against me, headtop clarter Spray a sixteen, headtop clarter Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter [Verse 2: Goldie] Nah, you don't wanna get me vexed Get me vexed and I'll cause you stressed Tuckz said he's gonna take half of your team So, Goldie, I'mma take out the rest Don't think we're cool, don't think we're blessed Man get drapsed on the wall, on the fence Cause man stress and things get tense If I don't headtop, man bang man's chest Or I give man a kick just like Ong Bak Thought I was gonna say Jet Li Or Bruce Lee? Nah, f** that Give man a kick just like Goldie Man thought that he was an OG Till Goldie came round with OGz Man be telling me ‘llow me, please Man be telling me ‘llow me, please [Verse 3: Pascall] Man talk bad, I don't see no thugs Come against me, you won't see no luck Man get left on the floor like rugs You don't wanna see your jawside look nuts, and Bare man are just talking stuff Talking sh**, man are talking tough Holler at Tuckz for the headtop clarter Mind out 'fore you get your headtop buss I'm Pascall, sick MC from Saint Lucia I don't wanna hear no chat from no loser Wanna run up your mout, get bare connection Like man's sitting close to the router Man wanna gwan on like a shooter Acting bad behind the computer Man ah just CONTROL+ALT+DELETE your life Real talk, blud, I'll remove ya [Chorus: Tuckz] I am the farda Tell me a brother who's harder Violate me, need more than a plaster Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter Head-head-head, yeah, the headtop clarter Come against me, headtop clarter Spray a sixteen, headtop clarter Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter [Verse 4: WhackEye] Headtop, headtop Lyrical gun, that's a red dot, red dot Bang, sound of the headshot, headshot Send for the best? That's your head gone, head gone Said they wanna clash Whack, better track back You'll get wrapped like dreadlocks, dreadlocks Headlock, headlock Head gloss, head gloss Better have a vest on now Back in the days, man wanna clash Whack f** that, dem man don't wanna clash now One rise of the fist will make the whole crowd back down Send that clown back town with a frown Can't take man for Krusty the Clown Their style was lost and found But now it needs to be lost, not found [Verse 5: Tyzz] I'll tell a man tek time, you don't wanna Get blasted by a lyrical TEC-9 So rudeboy, please don't hype Cuh like a panda, you'll get left with a black eye Tell a man yeah, it ain't wise To run up on the manor cuh you might get skied Tell a man, yeah, you best mind cuh Me and you ain't even sized I tell a man be calm, be easy You don't wanna get boxed up like JAY Z Tell a man keep quiet Cuh in ends, everyting bark off easy Tell a man be calm, be sweet Cause I'll chirpse your girl, then bang her next week They're like “why would you do that, T?” Cause I [?] for my G [Chorus: Tuckz] I am the farda Tell me a brother who's harder Violate me, need more than a plaster Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter Head-head-head, yeah, the headtop clarter Come against me, headtop clarter Spray a sixteen, headtop clarter Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter [Verse 6: Ezro] Ghost in the Blue, that's E to the Z I see man online tryna cat my steeze Powers, they know I set that steeze And too many man wanna bread that steeze More time in the Blue with the green where you might see Red on the streets, out here for the bread and the Ps Put in the work and I still blow trees Dem man ain't on dirt, just talking greaze If you wanna do road, do road, do you Man ah made pals coming straight out the Blue Roll with the young lords, making truth Headtop clarter when I whip tunes Still the truth, I'm tryna get loose Break through for the fam, get Ps, that loot Grew in the 6 seeing more than views So if you ain't on work, don't come to the Blue [Outro: Tuckz] Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter