Scorcher - Private Caller lyrics

[Video introduction: Skepta] Big up the Manchester crew, Birmingham crew Meridian, this is how we do it in our studio Big H, give them a sample of the bossman [Video skit: Big H] Gimme space, gimme room Glock 19 spin your face round the room It's real out here not a silly cartoon Black hood, white tee my costume Jump in my GT, zing zing zoom See me on TV, real real soon 'Nuff MCs wanna copy my tune Don't wanna see me blow? Too late, BOOM! Be ready when I come Might drop a bomb, might drop an album It's a big part I'm back with an anthem Try make this go triple platinum Can't get money if I ain't getting none If I ain't got, you ain't got, get it right son I don't wanna come across as the bad one I don't want to take without asking anyone When you see H, you know what's happening When I come around, you've not got that thing Can't get Big H shook with your Gatling Look in your eyes, I can see that you're acting Can't be that bad, when you look that thin Some smiley faced guy with a gay fringe Spend all your spare time gazing I'm cold but my lyrics dem are blazing [Video introduction (continued): Skepta] Yeah, remember Skepta's album (Skepta) Yeah you can rewind this tune if you want to rudeboy, go on rewind it But if you don't rewind it yeah, check the rest of the album Skepta (yeah, yeah) Private Caller man [Intro: Skepta] Yeah Skepta, Private Caller TNT, Mastabeatz Meridian, Roll Deep Cold Blooded, Ganja Fam MO-AM Films, 2005 It's live, yeah [Verse 1: Cookie] Boy, boy, boy I grab boy Send for the ting then I stab boy n***as wanna get away, I grab boy In the game with the real bad boys So boy, don't try acting, boy Your boys won't back you, boy Run off, then I'm gonna catch you, boy Stop you, drop you, clap you, boy [Verse 2: President T] Tolerance zero They wan' fi see me hit zero Walk in the shop, they can't afford Aero They watch too much De Niro Now it's funny how when they walk street they turn hero I got n***as in the country, ain't trying to hear, yo President T will f** up your year, yo It doesn't really matter what dem boy wan' say, yo [Verse 3: Jme] Alright, everybody knows you're some goody goody That screwface and that Rocawear hoody Just ain't working, sorry bredrin I'm Buzz Lightyear and you come like Woody Now look at my man bigging up his chest Come like man's tryna grow some breasts Stop that, before you get an arched back Don't know who my man's trying to impress [Verse 4: Frisco] Scramble, Frisco's about, don't gamble Your life, n***a, better think twice, bruv I'm quick on the handle, I dissmantle and manhandle Shots will flow from every angle Shots from the luger, two shots, I'm a mover Who'd have thought the shots would go straight through you? This ain't new to me Frisco creep up on a n***a like puberty [Verse 5: Meridian Dan] Get ready there's Dan Adi it's Dan In an R6, man that's Dan Don't disrespect Dan Cos you know Dan You'll get a box from Dan And you can't rob Dan Don't plot on Dan Cos you'll get shot, my dan Straight up and down Who's great? It's Dan Make space I'm here, it's Dan [Verse 6: Scorcher] It's Scorcher, I burst the balls like shots Big pump make a boy run like teeth When I make dem boy run inna war Pump action lick out your whole chest Step on the frontline, fling on your coat Send for the ting then liff up your face Duck down when you see me reach for the hip Gunshot blast put a hole in your mouth [Verse 7: Bossman Birdie] Don't try spit like Bossman Come through with like 5, 6 marksman And we don't pet to blast man When we aim for the top, don't try cross man You're not built for the war, you're not a Bossman I and I will toss man He who tries teef my style must get gla**, man Don't respect no false man [Verse 8: Cell 22] Don't shot d**, you ain't got clientele Why these MCs chat like they buy and sell? I've got clientele, my name's Cell Sell so much I don't need no scales Stick to tracks, you don't handle crack What do you know about bumping cats with candle wax? And I know you can't handle facts But I've done all that Double tooth got the rat-tat-tat [Verse 9: Dimples] I'm tired of it all I'm tired of the frauds and the fakes Going on like they were ballin' from day And I'm tired of it all I'm tired of the people always moaning how they wish garage stayed old school And I'm tired of it all I'm tired of the raves that go on like it's clothes that determine your ways And I'm tired of it all I'm tired of the money grabbing n***as that are only there when the tune blows [Verse 10: Danny B] Blud, mind how you step to me Mind how you bring disrespect to me Cuh directly, you're an insect to me It ain't nuttin' but your face to my crep to me All your big gun talk, it don't have no effect on me Cause you're [?] I buss shot and skin off your headtop like leprosy So mind how you step to me [Outro: Skepta] Yeah Skepta, Private Caller 2005 Once again it's TNT, Mastabeatz, Meridian, Roll Deep Cold Blooded, Ganja Fam, MO-AM Films, 2005 This is how we do it in our studio Get with the programme This ain't the last you're gonna hear from me either Meridian Yeah