Lyrics 3 Wheel-ups - Kano , Wiley , Giggs
3 wheel-ups
in
a
row
That
means
I'm
a
direct
rudeboy
Grew
two
yats
on
my
own
That
means
I'm
a
direct
rudeboy
Man
can't
call
up
my
phone
Then
gwan
like
a
direct
rudeboy
One
side
bag
and
a
stoney
That
don't
make
you
a
direct
rudeboy
Some
MCs
come
with
the
wickedest
talk
But
really,
dem
man
chat
crap
Acting
like
a
donny
but
they
don't
know
'bout
tracks
When
real
niggas
step
on
the
riddim
and
chat
facts
I
don't
put
myself
in
places
If
I
weren't
there
then
I
weren't,
let's
face
it
If
you
weren't
there
then
you
weren't,
that's
basic
I
kill
'em
with
the
realest
shit
and
they
hate
it
I'm
a
diffuser,
can't
act
tougher
than
you
are
round
me
I've
got
youts
dem
tougher
than
you
are
round
me
I
nearly
died
for
the
game,
that's
right
But
some
spitters
ain't
nuttin'
around
me
I
was
getting
'em
hype
while
you
was
touching
your
lighter
I
was
killing
the
mic
there
on
the
motherfucking
beat
None
of
you
are
bad
round
me,
it's
not
only
about
me
though
Let
me
give
a
shoutout
to
my
scene
[?],
that's
a
rider
for
real
MCs
Me
and
Wiley
in
a
clash,
that's
a
real
MC
Hold
tight
D
Double
E,
that's
a
real
OG
I
said
hold
tight
D
Double
E,
that's
a
real
OG
Mad,
reload
ting
Pop,
pop,
pop,
that's
a
reload
ting
And
when
I
say
"it's
Kano
in
the
house"
Everybody
knows
that's
a
reload
ting
If
you've
been
shotting
in
the
manor
from
way
back
when
And
you
ain't
on
a
kilo
ting
I
don't
wanna
hear
about
[?]
food
and
tings
Man
don't
do
those
tings
On-sight,
thought
he
was
onside,
init
Saw
them
guys,
no
shots
fired,
init
If
you
ain't
real
then
don't
ride,
init
That
postcode,
that's
offside,
init
Badman
from
which
part?
Dem
man
do
witchcraft
Dem
man
are
[?],
us
man
are
kosher
I've
been
that
nigga
since
[?]
loafers
When
kids
dem
didn't
give
a
fuck
about
olders
Man
don't
care
'bout
fathers
Man
just
care
'bout
figures
Man
don't
care
'bout
yards
Man
just
care
'bout
Bimmers
Man
don't
care
who's
hard
Man
just
care
if
it's
blinging
Man
don't
care
'bout
masks
Man'll
do
it
bare-face,
init
We
don't
do
none
of
that
bare-face
fibbing
The
realest
shit
on
your
airwaves,
init
3 wheel-ups
in
a
row
That
means
I'm
a
direct
rudeboy
Grew
two
yats
on
my
own
That
means
I'm
a
direct
rudeboy
Man
can't
call
up
my
phone
Then
gwan
like
a
direct
rudeboy
One
side
bag
and
a
stoney
That
don't
make
you
a
direct
rudeboy
Can't
tell
me
nuttin'
Cook
down
mutton
then
pass
through
the
gutter
Link
dusty
red
cups
out
the
cupboard
In
the
jungle,
I
move
with
original
nuttahs
And
the
same
madman
fly
out
for
the
summer
Lick
two
blocks?
Who
are
you?
Runners
Shut
down
dance,
who
am
I?
Shottas
Couple
wheel-ups
at
Butterz,
that's
nuttin'
Boiling
point,
I
keep
it
100
Yeah,
G
goes
in
Mad
three-pointer,
free
throw
ting
Bitches
looking
at
me
on
a
keyhole
ting
I'm
a
gasser
and
a
gentlemen,
G
hosting
I'm
a
skinny
nigga
[?]
so
slim
[?]
when
the
D
goes
in
Man
are
getting
money,
type
the
keycodes
in
Please
can
I
have
my
money?
What's
the
keycode
pin?
Fuck
that,
[?],
we
backed
'em
up
Now
it's
game-giving
if
it's
facts,
I
aks
them
up
I'm
man
of
the
match,
I
matched
it
up
And
I'm
with
the
bats,
I
patched
it
up
Sitting
in
the
trap
with
hash
to
cut
Sitting
in
the
[?]
with
crack
to
cut
I'm
silly
with
the
MAC,
man
mashed
'em
up
I
hit
him
with
the
[?],
then
backed
the
truck
Gully,
I'm
so
slim
K,
Hollow,
[?]
Can't
look
inside
a
nigga's
whip,
the
windows
tint
Better
take
the
weight,
better
link
those
drinks
[?]
better
leave
those
simps
[?]
with
the
clip,
I'm
gonna
teach
those
chimps
Man
a
put
it
on
[?]
see
those
wimps
I'm
finished
with
the
little
nigga,
he's
so
rinsed
[?],
I'm
king
And
he's
no
prince
I
let
it
bap,
bap,
bap,
ping
ping
And
then
leave
no
prints
I
said
that,
that,
that,
that's
me
And
yes,
he's
so
skint
I'm
in
the
matte
black
350
With
[?]
beef
go
mince
If
you
don't
look
after
your
own
yout,
boy
You're
not
a
direct
rudeboy
If
you're
in
DSTRKT
popping
that
Goose,
boy
You're
not
a
direct
rudeboy
Bow
Street,
just
bought
brand
new
goods
One
you
man
can't
get,
a
new
toy
That's
why
a
man's
[?]
just
preed
him
Sent
me
a
direct,
rudeboy
16
bars
in
effect
Take
this
pen
to
your
neck
And
just
[?]
man
with
it
Cash
rules
everything
around
me
That's
word
to
a
Method
Man
lyric
Yeah,
I
roll
deep
in
the
East
But
I
still
might
Mega
Man
with
it
Yeah,
I
said
it,
yeah,
yeah,
I
said
it
Cheques,
we
get
it,
cash
and
collec'
it
That
likkle
pellet,
that
nah
gon'
mek
it
Rest
his
head
in
that
man's
spaghetti
Yout
dem
are
menace,
nuttin'
like
Dennis
Man
got
stripped
and
even
got
credit
Kids
push
prams
to
Westfield
to
lick
it
And
run
from
pigs,
don't
even
watch
Peppa
Real
go-getter,
geezers
know
better
But
geezers
[?]
Skinner
Don't
resort
to
violence,
no,
never
Man
just
start
with
violence,
go
figure
Eat
man's
food
before
man
eat
dinner
Buss
that
booze,
I
roll
and
drink
liquor
Left
that
[?]
for
my
nigga
3 wheel-ups
in
a
row
That
means
I'm
a
direct
rudeboy
Grew
two
yats
on
my
own
That
means
I'm
a
direct
rudeboy
Man
can't
call
up
my
phone
Then
gwan
like
a
direct
rudeboy
One
side
bag
and
a
stoney
That
don't
make
you
a
direct
rudeboy
Can't
tell
me
nuttin'
Cook
down
mutton
then
pass
through
the
gutter
Link
dusty
red
cups
out
the
cupboard
In
the
jungle,
I
move
with
original
nuttahs
And
the
same
madman
fly
out
for
the
summer
Lick
two
blocks?
Who
are
you?
Runners
Shut
down
dance,
who
am
I?
Shottas
Couple
wheel-ups
at
Butterz,
that's
nuttin'
Boiling
point,
I
keep
it
100
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