Ghetts - Bally On lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Ghetts] I remember when I came home Hopefully early September Tag on my ankle Trying to see life from my own upper angle When at first the mandem won't understand you Everybody's saying I ain't on it any more My n***a Chloe Ashman [?] in the war Twenty five, before we reached twenty five there was twenty five of us At the 25 bus standing ring Twenty five like the [?] [?] Got rich now I'm back to broke I put it on my life I'ma be wealthy again You know get the one with your girl big a ten And n***as only run when they fail to defend Little n***a leave the irk You ain't gonna see no [?] in the ends I know n***as doing spells in the pen But can't spell with a pen God bless no man can curse So I guess no witch can put a spell on me then Real recognise real but a real n***a can always smell the pretence [Hook: Shockers] Carry on I swear to God I'll put my bally on Ride on the men horses them stallions You getting money f** the Babylon b**h, carry on n***a, carry on I swear to God I'll put my bally on Ride on the men horses them stallions You getting money f** the Babylon b**h, carry on n***a, carry on [Verse 2: Shockers] Oi Ghetts, rappin' or trappin' n***as in my hood telling me they stackin' I'm stackin', I'm stackin' Get money no lackin' Snub knows when I'm clappin' Grub goes I get back in We run the roads with no baton n***as wanna hate me change the pattern f** it, carry on b**h is in my zone, I wanna go home She's telling me carry on Oi Shocks what happened Heard you got burnt near your heart like Gaviscon I'm wrapped up When a [?] put magic on Get cream, no [?] [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Black] I've been watching these rapping dons Tell 'em carry on You already know what Blacks is on Tell boy I'll put all these trappers on And when I fling that tracky on I grind hard all day till the raps are gone And when I fling that bally on Make your boy disappear like I'm wavin' a magic wand Tell 'em carry on, carry on Your line couldn't pay my phone bill I'm a gunner I supply the front line; I'm Ozil I'm on a come up But the feds don't want me to prosper They won't stop till they see a n***a locked up But I'm one step ahead of them coppers I'm on the east side I link Shockers Some real rap for them mobsters Check the logo on the snapback Twenty two for them boxers I ain't worried 'bout nothing I'm doing me I don't care how hard your block is I don't care about your Louis belt I don't care how big your watch is 'Cos when I fling that bally on I'ma heat up your chest Better send for the Gaviscon You already know what Blacks is on Only real rap in my catalogue G sh** you all know the sound Real n***a I hold it down UGK I hold the crown Snakes in the gra** so I mow it down [Hook]