Ghetts - Platoon lyrics

[Hook x2] I heard him say "Ghetts can't do it anymore" "His old material will never die" So how's he better than before? I heard a man say "Ghetts can't do it anymore" "His old material will never die" So how's he better than before? [Verse 1] My mind works, my mind works When I burst, eyes first Arms next, thighs third And you won't find where police might search I divert, next right turn And if I get caught, I ain't coming out hench Nah, famalam, I am not like Mercs And that's not a send, that's my friend My curse was really good, I'm really hood They talk the talk, I walk the walk If only you lot could see these books Ghetto's old school like a Eastleigh crook Spill, shh shh, stab, k**! Dashed off man that don't believe G would But I'm living on the edge, no windowsill And none of you n***as wanna see me pushed [Hook] [Verse 2] f** your badboy image Tryna clean sh** you never done But we know real badboys did it If you think you're heavy, then I'm 11 tonne But I'm at that stage of my life I've been tryna get away from the hype But it's dangerous times, it's safer inside Backstabbers wanna come and stick a blade in my spine Just cause I'm the skinny sort, they think they can f** with me Rudeboy, that's a silly thought, more than difficult, please don't f** with G I'm stressed out, just lost one of my n***as to a bullet (RIP Wallace) I'm paranoid to the fullest so even if you're looking, it might make me pull it [Hook] I heard him say "Ghetts can't do it anymore" "His old material will never die" So how's he better than before? I heard a man say "Ghetts can't do it anymore" "His old material will never die" So how's he better than before? [Hook] [Verse 3] Them n***as ain't done no drive-by shootings Watch when I buy my new ting I'll be like dare roll deep in a ringer, f** it Windows all the way down when I buss it Faith like Evans, I'm a survivor Aim my weapon, eye of the tiger Try and free my venom, I was ever inside ya If they like lemon, I'm a supplier What? What? What? What's happening? Different food, same packaging And I still got n***as from yards Through Stratford, Ilford, Barking and Dagenham Have to run up battering anybody when battling Black stallion, a man'll come through galloping Yeah, you're all panicking The old school Ghetto is back again