[Intro]

Yo, it's Ramma

Big up Clicks, big up Juke, big up LabTV

Yo big up Merki on cam, you know what it is

Yo, listen

[Verse 1]

Since a little kid I've been, smoking this stuff

I buy an oggle and it's gone before the bag shuts

Me mum says, "please stop this is bad stuff"

And I say "Mum, are you mad, these are DAM BUDZ!"

Ha, this damn kush

But I'm quick you won't see me in no handcuffs

I ain't no snitchin if you are you need to stand up

Take your beating like a man and man-up, standard

You there grassin whilst your mates getting remanded

Grass on me kid and the digs are getting landed

Naked cable tied, you're getting left stranded

You knew that it would happen, but nobody planned it

I swear, too many kids get me stressed out

I've let some demons go, don't make me let the rest out

I'd rather get the zest out, take a pull and let the stress out

Kids chatting blades so I go and get the vest out

Put the shotty to your body kid I blow your chest OUT

And then I'm dippin

I'm always on road but you'll never catch me slippin

Catch me all hype it's the Alizé I'm sippin

Me names Ramma lad and you know I'm on this mission

Of Life, trying to live my life right

Don't wanna die young, wanna get some stun

Whilst I'm still on this earth you'll never see me in no slum

NAH, I ain't living like no bum

I hate the way kids say that they ride with a gun

But when it comes to the beef they're the first ones to run

The type of little snakes to stand behind you not beside you

Act like they're your mate, set you up and then sly you

Chattin that we're sweet kid, you're blatantly a liar

Don't care what weed you're burning lad you know I'm getting higher

[Intro]

Yo, what's happenin

Muzzleflash Finest, Huyton's Finest

RAMMA, CLICKS

You know the score, big up Heeley big up me other firm

Know what I mean...

[Verse 2]

Listen, ey

You know the Jukey got the fizzy ain't no glass of the coke

Wanna snitch me to the bizzies? Then I'm clapping the joke

Got my brothers getting busy and I'm backing them both

And if I run up on a divvy then he's Casper the Ghost

You know I'm after the dough, so I'm stacking the notes

Put my money in the safe and then I act like I'm broke

You can catch me in Blacks spending GRANDS on a coat

Wanna lay and don't pay, you're getting grabbed by the throat

Strangled and choked, this dipshits acting the G.O.A.T

Mans broke, so why you strapping grams of the coke?

I'm a Don't Flop rapper lad I battled and choked

Couple whiffies on me spliffy and you're having a stroke

So you're chattin that you're packin? I'm the nastiest bloke

Wanna chat about me fam? I'll stab your nan with a spoke

Grabbing ket up in the pool and then it lands in the smoke

Won't be rapping on your channel cos your channels a JOKE

Age...15, started flipping the cheeses

Couple man got jealous and tried to kill me with pieces

Now I'm running in the crib and they be chillin with Jesus

Aiming at your wiggy when the sizzler sneezes

You're chatting that you roll you only roll when you need us

I'm tryna' stack dough for Range Rovers and beamers

Lad I'm BOOTING off doors when we rolling on dealers

You be rolling with the Law when Jukey's rolling with demons

HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Trust me, Scouse Thug lad you know the dance

Two slugs in your back when the Chromer bangs

Man has flapped off the lads cos we roll in gangs

Chatting graft when this daft cunts holding hands

Trust I'm a Scouse Thug lad you know the script

Two slugs from the beast and you're frozen stiff

And I be running on these ezzies with a chromey stick

I'm no Gel-ed but trust man'll comb your quiff

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[Intro]

What's happenin it's Clicks

You get me? Big up Juke, big up Ramma

New Muzzleflash member you get me?

Upcoming, but listen though

BAR SESSION

Big up Merki

[Verse 3]

Lad you're chatting that you done it but you know that you never

I'm the illest with the lyrics lad I've always been clever

Plus I'm sick of little maggots at the end of my tether

And if you're thinking that you box lad I float like a feather

Kid will come like the weather

YEAH TOUGHER THAN LEATHER

Stick a dude in the box and send him off like a letter

I'm the illest with the flows, plus you've never seen better

Truth from the booth kid

SCOUSER WITH THE FUCKING CHEDDAR

My leckys gone, no food in the fucking fridge

I'm thinking "What the fucks going on, it's heavy shit"

I've been down, so fuck being skint again

I'd rather grab me pen and cause a bit of beef again

I need to move fast, get the dough and cruise past

I'm getting quids whilst you kiddas get the shivers lad

Listen to the truth, it's nothing but facts

Reverse the beat and get it popping like it's combat

So listen Charlie, YOU NEED TO GET US IN THE BOOTH

Cos me and Juke are sick of licking bums and building zoots

Lad I'm making pure music let me off the loose

I'm certified for the booth and that's the honest truth

So lad I'm Scouse, don't tell me about the life you're living

I'm the type of kid to take your shit and FUCK PRISON

So fuck the system, the rich kids and poll positions

Lucky kid done a runner cos I pulled a Smithen

And I'm spittin about life just to get a livin

Getting dough was never made out of wishful thinkin

Lad you think it's fucking funny till I'm in the building

Get it poppin leave the bodies in the fucking building