It's always been like that
We're just spitting fool
Who gives a f** where you from
Just get in the booth
"Show and Prove" is the rule in my house
And we won't stop till this f**ing scene's locked down
PRAOW
Well, here's something you can talk about
Fire in the hole
If you're asking what's this song about
Talk is cheap
Chatty boy, we don't f** around
'cause when it comes to dropping bars, yeah, we all about
b**h, we too fresh, we spit toothpaste
Get this sh** wether officially or bootleg
We don't mind as long as this is what your system plays
We do shows while all these other p**y rappers just complain
Old school like Wiley or Roots Manuva
We be ninjas on these tunes without Glocks or Rugers
Look mom, no hands!
I be riding sixteens like Meridian Dan
Cruising in that f**in Benz
I'm not a G, I'm a bloody MC
I love money like you
But I don't f** with wack beats
Nowadays that rapping seems like it's a f**ing joke
And everybody hops on board like it's a f**ing boat
I'm the one that tells you "Mate, get the f** out!"
'cause everytime I touch a mic it's a touchdown
Milano-Manchester just putting this sh** on the map
You can either snitch or love us, we remain a fact