Various Artists - Bucktown lyrics

[Verse 1: P Money] Oi, yo, they think they're top notch Roll up, man will start bunning these hot dogs 10 o'clock news, Crimewatch and Watchdog I stay underground but the ting goes pop pop I make the block jump, I make the block hot I turn a puffer jacket into a crop top Head gone when I crop tops Call your dad down, get your pop's pot And when I go all-out, I go nonstop Two smoking barrels, it's all lock stock Jump in the cab, cab man knows what's what Gun's to the back of his head, do not stop Pull up on your estate, pop pop Turn an E-Cla** Estate to a drop top Moving pro fresh, looking at the stopwatch Breeze in, breeze out, quick, quick, chop, chop [Verse 2: Jammer] They ain't spitting no pain I was on the block, I weren't getting no brain I weren't putting in work, I was shotting c**aine When I think back now, I was f**ing insane Look at me now, I'm at the top of my game Me and my Gs don't care about fame Dare one of them try and pocket my chain Start swinging like Tarzan, knocking out Jane Them n***as ain't able, they're on 'caine The birds man [?] My Gs don't act up, none of them are Caine Them Gs are loud and broke, nuttin' ain't changed My n***as are glorious Back to the Future, Delorean Do it B-I-G like Notorious 25 b**hes on tour with us, victorious [Verse 3: Rocks] Get spun like a wheel, Tokyo Drift Flick through MCs like I know their list Then I steal a man's shine like a solar eclipse Make a mad bar look emotional tiff Hands all over the globe, I'm a king with the words Bang with the flows, put you into the dirt In the ground with the worms, that's another soundboy burnt All of you clowns best divert and splurt from the war Watch when the curtains get drawn, get support, I'll serve up some more Bars on the platter and I'm serving it raw Done with the chatter cause the circus is flawed Tryna turn up, get turnt to the floor To the windows and to the walls, none of you spitters can ball Free on the mix and I'm k**ing it all Po with the lines, you can give me a call [Verse 4: Saint] You must be talking s** in the soil If you saying that you've done dirt Yeah, I can be a little childish, calling me a c*nt But it's all fun, make sure that I beat the c*nt first He said, she saids, f** that, bun him Bun her, k** him with one verse, that's unheard My nice browning with a bumper Said she could handle the heat, now she's sunburnt She got a good body but if she don't Tick all of my boxes, I don't even want her So don't watch me, that's none of your concern Said you're gonna gun buck me, when you bucked me You was all stuttering, uh, er Um, er, you don't back beef, you run first No CVs man keep, see we've done work Clapped, thunder, si- [Verse 5: Nico Lindsay] Shook back then, now everybody's hood Ate 'em up anyway, bars in my book Fire like under the pork when you cook Telling me you're sick but you're not, you're a mook Telling me you're sick but you're not, you're a mook Scroll down, see your vid in a clip, never looked Telling me you're sick but you're not, you're a mook Scroll down, see your vid in a clip, never looked Yeah Black magician on a wino juug All this big in the game chat, shush Man wanna chat loud, actions come like bush Could've murked [?] one word, shush sh** hit the fan and you jumped in a bush Them MCs shout 'bout when shanks get [?] In a war, disappear from the scene, no George [Verse 6: AJ Tracey] Went Rinse's show, you've seen what I'm on Me and Jammz will put the fear in a don Tryna aim a lyric at me, that's long Try and track it with the mandem and get bombed Ice bucket for the champagne, no long Peng Mrs looking Moscow, so blonde Sitting here, now all the drink made me think Is this girl's body or the vodka too strong? Make your whole crowd miss the drop, that's me Come through shotting on the block, that's me Tryna war and you'll get shot, that's me Tooled up and the strap's co*ked, that's me Like selling weed to buy some true, that's you Come through living off your mum, that's you Talk sh** and you'll get a thump, that's you Like you never had the money for a gun, that's you