Plan B - End In The Streets lyrics

Who the f** you think you're tryna test This could get mess, best get your bullet proof vest Blud who you think your tryna push Like I'm gonna keep shush, you must think I'm a puss Come now who ya tryna be, tryna go on like you're heavy, tryna go on like you're deep Nah f** it this is beef, it started in the ends and it will end in the streets There's a bad boy out on the street that roles deep His best friend is his bucky that's unlucky for some Especially when he's out on the prowl for fresh meat Fresh peeps to run up to with his gun And say "Wagwan my son what's going on here? Who in the hell does that bre think he is over there? Dropping off a choon ting in his pa**enger chair I'll pull him round with his arrogant stare That can't run, not while I breathe air And he'll find that out before I let him leave here, leave here Come 'round my manor beware, beware Cause I'm bound to be around there somewhere, somewhere The shoots loose, and so is troops dudes With screws loose that'll do anything for the loot Like get a bigger man moved, Or pull the trigger round you thinking" Who the f** you think you're tryna test This could get mess, best get your bullet proof vest Blud who you think your tryna push Like I'm gonna keep shush, you must think I'm a puss Come now who you tryna be tryna go on like you're heavy, tryna go on like you're deep Nah f** it this is beef, it started in the ends and it will end in the streets A car window gets smashed and this man gets bashed For acting flash, the man are on him like a rash, for the cash Out to take every ting but his gash, when the match goes off and his leg makes blood splash On the dashboard, that's raw, they left him with a smashed jaw On top of braking up his ride and popping guy, crash course Dummy's what he's left like, shadow on his left eye All because he flexed like, he could f** with next guys Vexed guys that hex guys if they disrespect guys If you ever want a man browned bred, check guys, set alight Burn chichy man, get right, get right Like when a crew get their set tight These f**ing bubbles should've known that trouble get's hype On the double, there's a struggle then you get life, get life If you're lucky then the buckey don't take life, take life Make you just another dead Trife Who the f** you think you're tryna test This could get mess, best get your bullet proof vest Blud who you think you're tryna push Like I'm gonna keep shush, you must think I'm a puss Come now who you tryna be tryna go on like you're heavy, tryna go on like you're deep Nah f** it this is beef, it started in the end and it will end in the streets Time to splert, desert the crime scene One's got the man's wallet the other is time piece But the white geez, the one with the piece He almost left it on the street to get found by police He's slipping blud, he just left a guy dripping blood It's lucky that he had his mitts and gloves else trust they'll get him on his prints And well you know what then, good job he thought to think Before he acted, backed it mact it Revel out and jacked it, smacked it, smashed it Left the guy's ride looking like someone crashed it Show the mother f**er what'll happen if you flash it Cause these streets are infested with rude bois, rude bois The type to run around and k** boys and do boys Straight up, cut the f** up, and shoot boys Tryna act like they're true boys Who the f** you think you're tryna test This could get mess, best get your bullet proof vest Blud who you think you're tryna push Like I'm gonna keep shush, you must think I'm a puss Come now who you tryna be tryna go on like you're heavy, tryna go on like you're deep Nah f** it this is beef, it started in the end and it will end in the streets