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