[Intro: JDZ Media]

JDZ Media

[Pre-Verse: Bugzy Malone]

I could called myself Bugzy Malone as a gimmick (ow!)

Twenty-thousand views 'cause the kids wasn't in it (ow!)

They don't wanna hear no creative shit in this lyric (ow!)

They just wanna 'ear how I drag man out of a civic (ow!)

Yeah, and I broke my hand when I did it

'Cause I broke his jaw and I broke him down, and I made his friends look silly (ow!)

I shoulda' put suhin' sharp in his belly (ow!)

Left bare skidmarks behind the subby

[Verse 1: Bugzy Malone]

Look, when I was about ten

Ended up robbing all of my school friends

But then I got caught, and ever since then

I've been on the ball like ESPN

Yeah I took chase, and I hit the fence

Just tryna get away from the policemen

But then I got gripped, and I got slammed

Done a lil' bit of time like Big Ben

A big white sweat box took me to pen

Had fights like M. Bison and Ken

And I've been a bad boy ever since then

Never been a hero like Clark Kent

And now I'm like Scarface without the scar

And I'm like bane, without the mask

I'm like the joker without the cards

And I don't care if I look bad

I want a Porsche GT that's matte black

So I can drive through the hood like Batman

Used to have a nine in the backpack

So I could run through the door like a cat flap

And now I've got a hoodie matching my snapback

And they know my voice when I'm on track

A hitman couldn't kill a beat like me my brudda' if he signed that contract

Trust no one we're not on the same wave

I shut man down then I vacate

If he sees the whip then he might hate

'Cause my nigga we're not the same age

Plus I've been avoiding the twelve gauge

I heard man put a hole in his rib cage

Opened the door, let off the ting

And then vacate the estate

And then vacated the estate

Gunchester's never been a nice place

From a place where man can't dictate

Whether man are gonna live to an old age

So I stay fresh like colgate

And I don't watch no face when I make change

I've been on the roads and it ain't great

I've seen big reputations deflate

Yeah, he had a Maserati on a ten plate

Until he went out on a rampage

Took two shots to the chest plate

Now he's lying six feet deep in a fresh grave

Now that's that life, that's that life

That's that life that I explained

R.I.P. to my dead mates

May the fallen soldiers set pace

The stereotype's gone way too deep

For the mandem to work for a set wage

So we stay out 'til it's dead late

And make friends with a nigga that knows pain

That way you don't have to explain

When you lose it and misbehave

Into the devil I turn, sky turns red

Then I pull out the flip blade

Flick, flick

Pull out the flip blade

Flick, flick, flick

Pull out the flip blade

I'm the wickedest ting since Brotha' lynch hung

And the music's sickmade

But I never sold my mixtape

I made money on the road, you live straight

Your music's like wet weed

But when it dried out it lost weight

Trus' me

[Verse 2: Buzy Malone]

Now I'm Bugzy Malone

'Cause the name Bugz got played out, on the roads

Kicked off doors

Shut down raves

Broken jaws

Broken glass

Big boy mash

Made man sleep and I made man stash

Made man creep and I made mad cash

With the big boy heat when I ran in the gaff

Still got a beard, still got a moustache

Still know how to get the road gassed

Still on this music 'ting and I'm still in the gym, and I can still go on like Mad Max

Trust me you don't wanna start no trash

'Cause the roadside gets hot like Baghdad

S'why the mandem walk with a strap

'Cause it gets diplomatical fast

Yo' it gets diplomatical fast

I've been on the road since manny got gassed

Still, make my ex-girlfriend wanna ask

Is he gone cool, or is he still mad

I don't know, tell her it's mad

Still been knocking out man for my mates

Knocked on the door, threw a left hook

And I left teeth all over the place

That's no joke, tell them, bro

Man left teeth all over the place

Just the other day, that's no-

Man left teeth all over the place

Then I seen police all over the place

In '06, nearly got an eight

Boy got stabbed, but it wasn't me

And I've still not got over the case

[Outro: Bugzy Malone]

Now I have dreams, that I get chased

And I just can't get over the gate

Freddie Krueger couldn't come in my nightmare

'Cause I'll leave cuts all over his face

From Gunchester: home of the brave

Gunchester: home of the brave

Gunchester: home of the brave

Gunchester: home of the brave