Ghetts - Uh-Oh lyrics

(First Verse: Manga Saint Hilare) See I tell a man behave Man-a rose up for the North-West G-H E-double T-O so manaman B-A N-G the 3 8's Now man-a anywhere touch down anywhere Flights over (?) (?) Man keep shelling like he's running outta led Way I keep swinging and I keep f**ing up the feds Hype up, told 'em everybody dead Dump out, everybody and anybody next Flight of one back-pack and I get a bag on arrival That's for me, one alone, I all So I can't hear enemies or rivals (Second Verse: Rival) I hear that But don't you dare try chat bars at a level you ain't near at I don't wanna hear gas from none of these blood-clart MCs Tell these man I'm a master Darker, 16's harder From day one I been a blood-clart barrist Thought I was gone 'till I dump on tracks Now even Notre Dame's got a hunch on back Got what they lack: lyrics Writing the sickest, illest Tell these man I ain't really liking the scene When I fought MCs who (?) Tell these dumb lickle dimwits I do not business Cross lines and get your wig split (?) Ask yourself do you wanna play with it? (Third Verse: Ghetts) Back to back I'm back to that With a hat back and a mac in lap This is headtop Which one of these MCs should I headtop? Forehead, red dot Soldier, twenty-one gun salute At least you got a bad-boy send off an*lyse then see where they went from So I got it covered And they hang where they send from Bars, where'd you get them from? Flows, where'd you get them from? Where the f**'s the respect gone? I'll slap man I ain't sleep when I'm slept on I'm on a level that they ain't never stepped on This is Ghetto not Ghetts'd on Speak up with your chest gone (?) I'm on my Jack Jones And I feel like I'm 10-strong (?) And you ain't never gonna hear the end of Man comin' around and letting off on them lot Man was like "wargwarn fam" And I was like "what? Where the f** are we friends from?" (Fourth Verse: Eyes) Oi, you don't wanna bring drama 'Cuh pull out the sword like King Arthur You'll have a limp after Won't walk properly Have me and my n***as in your property I don't trust man, I got thinking problem If I suspect he's (?) we can swing like boxing f** bringing gloves in My dusters are spiked like drinks with d** in You're a duckling I'm a white swan I come with a big sword that's quite long Sliced arms put it on your toes Nylon, all cut and can't say nothing Tied tongue My mate will chop 'em the blade got stuck in You ain't on nothing Victim's crying his face is gushing The b**h is crying her makeup's smudging