Ghetts - Trained to k** lyrics

[Hook: Dot Rotten] You want me to die, but I'm alive You won't survive if you ain't on my side You don't wanna war I'm trained to k** [Verse 1: Ghetts] Dead him on sight All black double R, get him on bike You won't hear my weapon on strike I ain't the get along type These breddas want stripes, they better not set upon I Show me a bit of respect, I'll flip in a sec God told me forgive and forget but I know this n***a's address If I type that in the sat nav I'll be there soon in a three-door hatchback I've been doing this music ting for a minute now This just seems like a flashback But it's so for real, you know deal, I road the steel I ain't going to go home with guilt cause [Hook: Dot Rotten] You want me to die, but I'm alive You won't survive if you ain't on my side You don't wanna war I'm trained to k** [Verse 2: Ghetts] Like I was in the army Same regime since 18 But I was in wars before that No vest on, that's what I call rawback If you don't know where the war's at Come outside, it's right here on your doormat Knock knock, who's there? Ghetts Ghetts who? Gets you I gone mine, so where's your strap? I'm a serious guy, you're Borat If you're sure that you're bad I store mash in a who*e's flat where the floor's cracked This poor lad couldn't be more ga**ed Never knew he would get smoked like a scorebag Warned him once but he chose to ignore that [Hook: Dot Rotten] You want me to die, but I'm alive You won't survive if you ain't on my side You don't wanna war [Hook: Dot Rotten] You want me to die, but I'm alive You won't survive if you ain't on my side You don't wanna war I'm trained to k** [Bridge: Ghetts] + [Hook: Dot Rotten] (simultaneous) It's like they want me to die Forcing my hand Forcing a retaliation I'm easy But I will warn you I'd just rather live life Make music Make dough But man have got me on a next ting [Verse 3: Ghetts] Dead-dead him on sight Winters get hot, if I see my man In the internet shop, dead-dead him online Shoot the boy, leave the computer moist Clockwork, dead him on time When shots burst 7 from 9 I get pleasure from crime, forever on hype Dead-dead-dead dead-dead-dead-dead-dead-dead him Take it old school and b-b-behead him Take him local and cave his whole chest in Bruce Lee with the 1-inch punch Not me but bullets might come in a bunch Rats wanna back boy dem? Rat poison come in a lunch I might come through bunning a blunt Chilled out, ready to k** now [Hook/Outro: Dot Rotten] You want me to die, but I'm alive You won't survive if you ain't on my side You don't wanna war I'm trained to k** I'm trained to k** I'm trained to k** (you want me to die) I'm trained to k** (but I'm alive) I'm trained to k** (you won't survive if you ain't on my side) I'm trained to k** (you don't wanna war) I'm trained to k**