Big Zuu - Chaos City lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Amo] Yo, likkle man, don't ask Amm for 3.5 Cuh you know I'll just wile out in the place Smash that face, cuh you know Ammi don't watch no dickheads Bet you thought I was gonna say face Hold tight Ace, hold tight Splurt Hold tight Face Run up on pagans on my Js Do my dirt, then buss case Thought you was blessed with the amm but you're not Any funny guy that tries piss me off Will get headlocked and left at the docks Don't care 'bout your team, don't care 'bout your block Don't give a f** since I've come out of bin If I can't bun your parents, I'll bun your next of kin Never got roughed on the front line Bet you thought I was gonna say wing [Verse 2: Marger] Still around packs (abs) On these roads (cabs) Did 'nuff gears in rags Rich ain't in my vocab What you know about bags Upon bags and bags upon bags? What we stash and tax and these gash Spent racks and packs to buy flats And really, ahh You got me on one like a wheelie These man go point when they see me I was on TV like a series Now I'm back with the work, no CV Dem man try do me like Jay-Z did Beenie Raised real so I've never been needy Violate? Bun man's skin like tea tree [Verse 3: Wax] It's like nowadays, every MC wanna act up I never came with the ba-dum-ba-dum I came with shaolin fists, you'll get smacked up Man said he's got shells on the rave Who got this little boy ga**ed up? If I put heat in your face sh** can get as deep as my blade You'll be on the floor all fra** My Team Paid New York Yankees the way we roll with bags You ain't wielding a hammer like Thor, praise to the Lord You ain't got rhythm or gash Where have you been? Like they've never seen Wax But I'm still OT, chilling with the mandem I was on my block with the steak and mash [Verse 4: PK] Dem man said they're in love with the coco Dickheads, dem man are crackheads Say they're from the UK but they won't back it, pagans Say they don't like our music, aight, then Camden styley when I tell a man you better s** your mum for man are from London Dem man are shook, can't come to the dungeon And I know breddas from south If I clap man down, no talk, that's end of discussion Don't make me call for the Lyrical Gaffer (LS) Whack man's head like tennis Bad Ombré, you know me, that menace From a yout man, man's always been off my head So man better call my chemist I'm not shook, you know mi not jelly I'm not shook, you know me, I'm ready [Verse 5: Big Zuu] Don't get ga**ed, don't beg it I could be in the corner sleeping Mandem will still say "DJ, edge it" Cuh if you ain't levs, you'll feel my presence I've just started But I swear on my life, we will soon be legends And if you ain't involved Then man like you can keep it stepping It's bait that you're more in denial I'm Suarez scoring goals And you're a little boy that's out on trial Don't get ga**ed, I have your girl moving cheeks That's more than a smile Your whole EP ain't even close to the WAV Of my 16 file Ever so grimy, ever so vile