[Verse 1: Ghetts]

I caught him slipping, walking not whipping

Pretty little lightie on his arm with some extraordinary titties

I've been tryna catch this nigga for nine months

Now I actually gwan kill him I'm fired up

Could you imagine the feeling in my gut?

Eyes shut, now imagine the feeling in my gut

I ain't even angry again, its just the principle

Surrounded by a bunch of your friends, you feel invincible

Tell me why you have to pretend, its despicable

If your wife had any sense, she'd leave you miserable

You'll have all the facts by the end, the visual

This prick held a strap to my head, its a miracle

That man isn't dead or in a condition that's critical

Shoulda banged it instead and kept the talking to a minimal

Now I'm low in the back of a Benz, keeping it digital

Both hands on this game, like its difficult

That's in the back of my head, am I the killing sort?

Na but its about the revenge, I wanna kill em all

Plus man are like 'What happened to Ghetts?', its the ridicule

Can't let this happen again, its pitiful

Even man in the pen wouldn't know if its real or if its trivial

Well this is it, straight forward, no subliminal's

I told the driver to follow him

Balaclava because I'm a guy with a following

Smoking marijuana before I body him

Then I caught a glimpse in the rear view

Its looking like some undercover's have appeared to

But I could be paranoid, and scared too

And that's a bad combination

The same combination had me back on probation for a crime less serious

A murders 25 and up dead serious

And I ain't trying to be a lifer blood, I'm experienced

That's why I know the Fed's when I see em

Undercover or not, that's Fed's in the BM

Take the next left I got weapons like I'm Korean

Look, this is a situation I don't wanna be in

The next door I see I hope its me putting the key in

Okay, left right left and they're still behind

They ain't dressed like Fed's but I can feel the vibe

Now I'm analysing my options

Cos often there ain't a problem they be following just to kill some time

Fuck that! Man are still looking for an escape route

My actions are based on whatever they do

Calm until they be sounding the alarms

Na cos by then they'll be surrounding the car

Wha' gwarn its time for my decision

Time to disappear like I is a magician

My driver in position, wheels spinning away and causing a cyclist collision

Sirens in my ears blue lights in my vision

Pedal to the metal now we're losing them

Can just about see em in my view again

Sliding and skidding, try to move it like a hooligan

Go in a long time in prison

Looking around I can't see the coppers now

Better park up before they send the chopper out

I'm hopping out cautious

Got a link nearby so I'm hiding my Glock around Georgia's

2 minute walk, or a 30 second run

Me and my driver go our separate ways, lesson one

Check it done, it don't make sense if he comes

This way there's less chance of getting sprung

So I'm running to her house, asthmatic n all

I'm running out of breathe, but ain't panicking I'm cool

Na I'm lying 1 strap, 4 shells, so I'm ringing off her doorbell

The poor girl

Anybody would be naturally appalled

But its urgent B, its a rassclart emergency

And I'm a man that needs support

So open up the door and be mad at me in the hall

Now I'm inside and I can't believe my eyes

Oh my eyes have never lied

I seeing the guy that coulda been the reason I had died

And he's shocked to see me, still he's reaching for his 9

But you know I got my heater its on

So I draw for it and I ain't hitting doors with it

Wall to the floor with it

I'm 100 percent sure with it

Rakakakakakakakaka

I've already won this war with it

I let one go it hit his chest

I let another go now I moving a bit possessed

He moved out the way and that one hit his bitch instead

Damn it! But when I'm handling a matic you'd be a fool to expect no collateral damage

Now I'm running out the back door

Jumping over fences

The only thing going through my mind is a sentence

Murderer, I'm in a worse position than I was in earlier

Fuck