Trim - Top Shotta lyrics

[Intro: Riko Dan] Right now, it's Riko Dan, London City Warlord, yeah? And I've got Trimble, and I've got Scratchy Demus and Pliers And if any soundboy try a ting, boooooy! Wouldn't wanna be you, you get me? So right now, gwan some soundboy listen some big tune, big tune [Verse 1: Riko Dan] Cuh 'nuff of them a chat 'bout guns and have nuttin' I pop, I might fi push my bu*ton Mi gun, heads move back [?] like something [?] Boys say they want me to try them or something Pon them, tried them at something and left your head open This [?] into nuttin' like gunnery Your crew keep bugging me but there's no stopping me And my crew, we're going right through Stand a bit close and you will get an eyeful You stand too close and you might get the rifle I hold the title Big badman, old school like the Bible Stand up in a war with me, you might stifle Beat it and feel I get bad like Michael Jackson, and you know I blast 'em With a white gyal and a black one [Hook: Riko Dan] You know we keep it real And man will split your grill I don't know what you feel But top boy shotta mek your skin peel [Verse 2: Scratchy] So sit back, you don't wanna go for it Swift jab, lift you off your toes a bit The big mash, you've only got to phone for it I'll get the back strap or I'll get the chrome with it You're full-grown, you don't even own a whip And you're two stone, you ain't grown a bit You wanna aim at me? Then go for it You're on your own out here, you're the only prick Get tapped, then try soldier it Get shanked, then have to hold your ribs That's that, I ain't gonna hold your licks Tic Tac, k** 'em with the old lyrics Quick track, I'll just flow through it Sit back, earn a little dough for it Big album, make way for it Stay there if you don't wanna pay for it [Hook: Riko Dan] You know we keep it real And man will split your grill I don't know what you feel But top boy shotta mek your skin peel [Verse 3: Trim] War, that's my department And being a bully, you don't know who I'm gonna start on Came in this game like [?] Scratch was k**ing Kenny while I was running up on Cartman I've got too many bars, save yourself the argument And I don't think I'm big, but my face is in the Guardian Mum's happy and Nan, thanks for the cardigan And I'm keeping out of trouble but trouble ain't the argument I'm trying to double, bubble, glitch, shot, all at the same time Man, your lips can cover my arse if you don't like mine, listen [Hook: Riko Dan] You know we keep it real And man will split your grill I don't know what you feel But top boy shotta mek your skin peel You know we keep it real And man will split your grill I don't know what you feel But top boy shotta mek your skin peel [Outro: Riko Dan] Oi, big up Chase, big up Status Some badboy producers round here What you saying? Some Roll Deep ting again Trimble, Riko Dan, Scratchy Demus and Pliers 'Nuff boy fi get murder You seen? Them a chat 'bout this and that but... We have it pon lock ...rudeboy again