Ghetts - E300 Buddah lyrics

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Ghetts - E300 Buddah lyrics

[Verse 1: So Large] You think I'm having that? Hold on Think that I'm not coming back? Hold on Think that it's nothing but chat? Hold on Piere shot from my whip, that's no long Machine get rinsed, get sold on Say they're k**ers and so on and so on None of that gwan when they link So Large Dem boy dere are the opposite of hard, what? They say they're riding for me, come through Feel say they're hyped from beef, come through We can have it live in the street, come through Think you're [?] me? Come through Cause anyhow, I buck you I'll make your worst nightmare come through If I'm chasing your mate and I miss him with the blade Would be you it come through [Hook: So Large] You really, really wouldn't wanna be on The other side of my flicky, cause I might cut your artery and You'll bleed internally, trust me You really, really wouldn't wanna be on The other side of my flicky, cause I might cut your artery and You'll bleed internally, trust me [Verse 2: Ghetts] Just spent a score on a brand new flicky Face get sliced like man's too pretty No h*mo but who bangs? Who's Billy? n***as don't know that I'm nang with the shank That's why I roll solo, man's too witty Shut your mout, don't make me slap you silly I should slap you, just cause you chat to thingy I told your gyal I ain't got no gyal You told her how much gyal mi ran through really Man's too cold, man's too chilly Man move [?] and man move witty Man do road and man do [?] Tombstone a man who's witty View so crap, who did it? You don't rap, you gimmick My tool go bang, Cillit Yamaha ting [?] TEC pack, camouflage ting Newham, Plaistow, Stratford, Forest Gate [?] Custom House, Manor Park ting This ain't a drill, this ain't a drill But man ah mek that alarm ring k** or be k**ed, howmany k**ers you k**ed? They cyan't make man a target Have you written your will? What have you writ in your will? Tell me, man are asking Let me finish my meal, then get wicked for real My chest don't have a heart in I don't listen to Sketch, I don't listen to Phil Cuh man are too [?] I've got n***as in pen, n***as in ville Bare man I cyan't ring [Hook: So Large] You really, really wouldn't wanna be on The other side of my flicky, cause I might cut your artery and You'll bleed internally, trust me You really, really wouldn't wanna be on The other side of my flicky, cause I might cut your artery and You'll bleed internally, trust me [Verse 3: So Large] East side shotta, dem ah run come, come me Down south shotta, dem ah run come, come me Up north shotta, dem ah run come, come me West side shotta, dem ah run come, come me Oi, on a likkle roller [?] C cla** Benz when I pull up on the scene None of my birds are under 18 Any time I grab tits, it's over 18 Fresh out the Candy Street housing scheme Big gas cause [?] Stop at the station and buy gasoline Crep Protect, sure my creps stay clean Big S-O Large from out of Bow E3 Make funds fast, make funds frequently When I come around, man are wicked MC Man calm lock down the whole grime scene You see mi ah tell any MC (Just shut up) [Hook: So Large] You really, really wouldn't wanna be on The other side of my flicky, cause I might cut your artery and You'll bleed internally, trust me You really, really wouldn't wanna be on The other side of my flicky, cause I might cut your artery and You'll bleed internally, trust me