Tre Mission - 1% lyrics

[Hook: Merky ACE & MIK] Setting up shop where? Shut them down Chelsea smile, man, I call that a frown Merky, MI, back for the crown Tizzy Gang Gs, we be running up on man They be running down da road, we be running them down Running man down with the pound, no sound Sound like us but dem man are clowns Now dem man are dere in da lost and found Kept it real from my feet first touched ground I won't shoot, yes I will, better get down If you don't get down, that's a whole next problem Headshot, bulletproof vest won't stop them Front line, corn slapper Big nank, hawk dagger Ayy, dagger in your back, man, I call that backstab Got a new ting and I call that headback [Verse 1: Merky ACE & MIK] Jook man's face, that's a buck one-five Foot to the pedal, quick, jump in the ride Skid around the corner, glide Tom-Tom there, nowhere you can hide Said that they're on man but they lie Comfy in the grubs den groping thighs Close that door, come inside Come inside, there's a pimp inside I'll pimp this ting, don't care, not mine All you've gotta do is ask, then it's all fine Cut it in half, put a piece on the side Time is money, stop wasting time I've been here since bloodclart half past nine All these dibby likkle half-hearts ain't got nuttin' on mine You can try run but I'll blow out your spine Blow out your spine, shotgun, that's gruesome Feds on the case, that's cool, man ah lose 'em Two new tings, don't make me go use them Dip from the feds, man call that illusion Like back when I done crud in Lewisham When I look now, it's whole new Lewisham Where was you when I was in Lewisham? Anyway, back to the terrible twosome Dem man are student, I was out here then and I'm out here now See me in Black Heath eating Cau 28 grams in a white girl's house But she ain't a white girl, fam, she's brown Pow, got a white ting called Miley Funny thing is, that's my man's wifey Mad in the head like ting called Heidi You can have that cuh that's not mine, G LOL, laugh out loud, man are smiley Zip it up when man ah pa** like who? I've been outchea since half past two That's why man are screaming "where are you?" 22 shots from the back of the coupe Lost in the sauce, man are covered in goop Smoke in the room, call that zoot Hole in your head, call that hoop Got kway and draws but I smell like joop Money upfront, man, give me that loot Money upfront, man, give me that cash Buss that, then I do the dash Pull up, gone, what? Flash Bang, crash Brown ting looking like Stacey Dash White ting looking like Khlo Kardash, mash [Hook: Merky ACE & MIK] Setting up shop where? Shut them down Chelsea smile, man, I call that a frown Merky, MI, back for the crown Tizzy Gang Gs, we be running up on man They be running down da road, we be running them down Running man down with the pound, no sound Sound like us but dem man are clowns Now dem man are dere in da lost and found Kept it real from my feet first touched ground I won't shoot, yes I will, better get down If you don't get down, that's a whole next problem Headshot, bulletproof vest won't stop them Front line, corn slapper Big nank, hawk dagger Ayy, dagger in your back, man, I call that backstab Got a new ting and I call that headback [Verse 2: Merky ACE & MIK] Jook man's face, that's a buck one-fiddy You can hold nine in your frame like fiddy Says he does things but I know he don't really Dem man are b**hes, call them Iggy Dem man are pum pum, call them tart Line up the something then done man's clart I ain't really one of them guys for the talking I'd rather leave man lined in chalk Late night, camping, hiding, bark All I hear is too much talk Dem man are gyal like ooh la la Hole in your chest like Tony Stark All kind of badness, man endorse Run man down like wild dog Hound man down like hound dog Too much smoke, man, I call that fog I will box man's face off like Balrog Arms to the teeth, I'm down for the job Ken, Ryu, glide right by you Temperature turn up when I bun man's top Chun Li, she was smoking the ammy Twist and a slide like cammy Fly by on a Ducati Skrrr like Colin McRae rally Bun out your chest like uncle's patty Their style's flat like their auntie's batty Roll with the big darg just like Shaggy See me on the front line moving scatty You can hold a flatline from this Maggy Man said it weren't him just like Shaggy Put it on his chest, tell him "walk to the alley" Serving food in the alley Back then, man was in catty [Hook: Merky ACE & MIK] Setting up shop where? Shut them down Chelsea smile, man, I call that a frown Merky, MI, back for the crown Tizzy Gang Gs, we be running up on man They be running down da road, we be running them down Running man down with the pound, no sound Sound like us but dem man are clowns Now dem man are dere in da lost and found Kept it real from my feet first touched ground I won't shoot, yes I will, better get down If you don't get down, that's a whole next problem Headshot, bulletproof vest won't stop them Front line, corn slapper Big nank, hawk dagger Ayy, dagger in your back, man, I call that backstab Got a new ting and I call that headback