Songtexte
Yo,
listen,
look
Pull
out
the
pumpy,
let
a
man
have
it
This
pump
leave
a
big
man
asthmatic
Knock
man's
soul
right
into
the
attic
Send
man's
spirit
off
to
a
next
planet
Can
it?
Man
will
get
more
than
static
All
my
people
got
green
like
Namek
Watch
yourself,
it's
man
down,
I'll
tan
it
Not
Montana,
please
don't
panic
Trinidad
boy
so
I
do
speak
Spanish
I'm
mixed
race,
no,
I'm
not
Hispanic
Squeeze
off
twice
and
I'll
make
a
man
vanish
Talk
crud
in
the
west
10,
get
banished
Abracadabra,
bang,
no
magic
Mum
start
crying
cause
the
ting
so
tragic
Bad
talk
when
you're
round
here?
Won't
have
it
You're
not
on
it,
boys
won't
back
it
Pull
out
the
Rambo,
make
a
man
tek
it
When
you
see
a
blacked
out
shank,
don't
leg
it
Girls
wanna
stretch
out,
show
me
their
kitty
They're
calling
man
Ralph
cuh
they
know
I'm
gon'
wreck
it
Dead
it,
when
it's
on
tops,
don't
beg
it
Finnesse
the
deals,
no
P's,
I'll
sheg
it
'Art
of
War',
you
dun
know
man
read
it
Earned
my
place,
you
sidemen
just
bread
it
Celtic
bloodline,
told
man
don't
pet
it
War
warrior
in
the
beef,
man's
said
it
Through
ball,
give
me
that
skeng
pon
the
wing
I'll
bang-bang
the
ting,
know
a
man
won't
head
it
Big
man
getting
called
out,
no
credit
Get
two
kicks
to
the
ribs,
no
medic
Came
through
with
the
Shaolin
technique
This
flow's
from
the
east
like
Nico
Bellic
Hold
tight
Ty
for
that
bar,
real
legend
All
my
mandem
still
live
through
essence
I
don't
wanna
hear
no
one
talking
about
fear
Eskimo
Dance,
man
feared
my
presence
Got
girl
dem
all
buying
man
presents
Came
up
hustling,
real
block
peasants
Us
man,
we
spit
the
truth
in
the
booth
But
you
man
are
gassed
like
Philip
and
Terrance
AJT
won't
let
a
ting
slide
Cruise
in
your
block,
bare
tings
in
the
ride
Your
mandem
weren't
prepared
for
the
war
Rise,
watch
man
ascend
to
the
sky
Last
Japan,
he's
that
guy
Man
don't
float
on
the
riddim,
I
fly
Dead
MCs
weren't
prepared
for
the
dubplate
Rise,
watch
man
ascend
to
the
skies
Cranks
on
the
block
with
the
blocksters
Got
a
big
blade
stashed
just
under
my
top
And
I've
got
the
hard
food
in
my
boxers
MTP,
that's
the
team,
we're
monsters
Bet
you
thought
I
was
gonna
say
sponsor
In
the
trap
with
the
hard
like
conkers
Us
bruddas
all
get
busy
with
the
loud
packs
Break
that,
make
you
fly
around
like
copters
Kick
the
door
to
your
crib
with
a
Thompson
And
a
round
drum
slapped
on
like
mobsters
If
you
wanna
talk
hard
like
lobsters
Me
and
Sketch
will
test
your
pulse
like
doctors
Then
take
your
blood
like
nurses
Bare
likkle
man
holler
for
my
verses
Me
vs
you?
That's
not
a
fair
versus
When
he
sees
me
then
I
bet
he
reverses
Don't
ask
a
G
too
many
questions
Cause
I
bus'
mine
but
is
he
gonna
burst
his?
Get
shot,
no
juj
or
curses
I
told
my
baes
for
the
strap
your
purse
is
Yeah,
and
she
did
that
You
man
are
pants,
stop
spitting
Take
ten
breaks,
dash
a
man
10K
Kit
Kats
I'm
the
captain,
cuz,
now
sit
back
Kit
Kat,
watch
a
man's
wig
get
a
trick
hat
Or
a
hat
trick
like
Krept
said
I
ain't
from
Peckham
but
I'll
kick
him
bare
times
So
my
Adidas
creps
them
left
dead
Moving
the
chocolate
balls
like
chef
said
Following
Isa,
I'm
tryna
stretch
bread
Big
up
my
thugs
all
over
the
country
Cause
I'm
from
West
10,
yeah,
that's
the
best
ends
AJT
won't
let
a
ting
slide
Cruise
in
your
block,
bare
tings
in
the
ride
Your
mandem
weren't
prepared
for
the
war
Rise,
watch
man
ascend
to
the
sky
Last
Japan,
he's
that
guy
Man
don't
float
on
the
riddim,
I
fly
Dead
MCs
weren't
prepared
for
the
dubplate
Rise,
watch
man
ascend
to
the
sky
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