Various Artists - End In The Streets lyrics

[Hook] Who the f** you think you're tryna test? This could get mess, best get your bulletproof 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 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 street [Verse 1] There's a bad boy out on the street that rolls deep His best friend is his bucky, that's unlucky for some Especially when he's always out on the prowl for fresh meat Fresh peeps to run up to with his gun Say "wah gwan my son, what's going on here?" Who in the hell does that breh 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 we 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 [Hook] Who the f** you think you're tryna test? This could get mess, best get your bulletproof 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 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 street [Verse 2] The car window gets smashed and this man gets bashed For acting flash, them man are on him like a rash for the cash Out to take every ting but his gash When the mash goes off and his leg makes blood splash On the dashboard, that's raw, they left him with a smashed jaw On top of bruking 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 the crew get their set tight These f**ing bubbles should've known that trouble gets hype On the double, there's a struggle then you get life, get life If you're lucky then the buckey don't tek life, tek life Make you just another dead Trife [Hook] Who the f** you think you're tryna test? This could get mess, best get your bulletproof 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 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 street [Verse 3] Time to splurt, 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, macked it Went full-out and jacked it, smacked it, smashed it Left the guy's ride looking like someone crashed it Show the motherf**er what'll happen if you flash it Cause these streets are infested with rudeboys, rudeboys The type that run around and crew boys and do boys Straight up, cut the f** up and shoot boys They're tryna act like they're true boys [Hook] Who the f** you think you're tryna test? This could get mess, best get your bulletproof 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 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 street