K9 (UK) - Baiders lyrics

[Verse 1: Direman] Damn, it's Dire Back on the track, vocab is fire Talking like you're a savage fighter Come to the ends, I'll run up on man with Tamil tigers Ready for the war Samurai sword or a semi to your jaw [?] respect, I don't have any for the law Clap you with the star, leave you slumped and buried in the floor With the rest of your friends My n***as roll out with a vest and the skengs Man hype up get blazed in the chest with a leng Any man moves man gets it again Silencer, infrared and a lense I'm the merkers, my n***as are the best in the ends I'm nice with the beats, bless with the pen ABG, North West to the end [Chorus: K9] I roll deep like sire Half the block like Direman I'll put the shank to your, shank to your diaphragm [?] You'd think I was Weezy the way the straps fire man Line was fire, man Had the fiends in line all waiting to buy a gram Ends was fire Fiend was wearing a wire so the feds got me [Verse 2: K9] Stop flapping your mouth Manna run up in the crib through the back of your house I'm a demon like Thugsy Yeah I'm causing pain like teeth at the back of your mouth I'm evil Goons are [?] at your house [?] with your girl [?] Not chasing a man like a cat and a mouse When I wait for this prick at the front of his yard [Verse 3: Direman] So what? You wanna hype? Are you mad? Most of the mandem ride with the mac In war you know something's gonna get blazed like I just said "I'm going outside for a f*g" f** eye for an eye One of mine for your fam One in your head you can die for a grand Ain't got dough for a hitman I'll burst you myself Do 25 in the can Roll solo Don't gotta ride with a gang I can do a whole load with a nine in my hand Round my postcode it's hot Feds always on the block with a bike or a van They can't tell me nothing bout climb in the van Wait for the right time, [?] my ban Dun know Direman's a dan Woulda went jail but in court I had a plan [Verse 4: K9] Why you wanna hype? Who are you? Likkle man can't take 9 for a yout In war you know something's gonna get bun like I just said "I'm going outside for a zoot" Nine to your mind's how I'm settling disputes I can put the metal in your mouth like a flute Don't be run up your gums One phone call will have your mumsy surrounded by goons It's so loud when it booms Big ting clear the whole crowd out the room Head top them Manna got that [?] leng, you can hear the sound of it soon Bare reverb on the tune I might tell my n***a reverse on a fool Research, I'm the worst of them all Disperse or [?]