[Verse 1: God's Gift]
Know we, dem nuh know we
Dem fassyhole dem nuh know we
Know we, seh dem nuh know we
Dem fassyhole dem nuh know we
Know we, dem nuh know we
Dem fassyhole dem nuh know we
Know we, seh dem nuh know we
Dem fassyhole dem nuh know we
[Verse 2: Tinchy Stryder]
Yeah, let me see the gun fingers
Don't stop popping off gun fingers
Raise them high up, yeah, gun fingers
And it's not a long ting, just gun fingers
Come again, let me see the gun fingers
Don't stop popping off gun fingers
Raise them high up, yeah, gun fingers
And it's not a long ting, just gun fingers
[Verse 3: Flowdan]
Ayo, I am the big Flowdan
Otherwise known as Mr. Sandman
Fling 'em inna quicksand, inna trash can
From microphone stand some bwoy get prang
Run up on your whole crew, blaze any gang
I'm a lyrical gangster, lyrical dan man
My style isn't a counteraction
We buss the place with the big mic man
[Verse 4: Prince Rapid]
Ugh! Watch the way that I spray
Hey, don from back in the day
Hey, wanna make dough like Dre
Hey, make couple grand in a day
Ugh! Watch the way that I spray
Hey, don from back in the day
Hey, wanna make dough like Dre
Hey, make couple grand in a day
[Verse 5: Wiley]
It's Wiley and I'm getting 'em hyper
I get 'em dirty like a baby diaper
When I'm on the riddim, I'm a lyrical sniper
All badbwoy dem fi flash your lighter
It's gun season, millimetre
Who wan' fi test? Dem get di defeat-er
We bun fire pon all informer
And we bun them with the red heatseeker
[Verse 6: Shifty Rydos]
Shifty don't eff about, eff about
Eff about, then you'll get the tool in your mout'
Shifty don't wanna ramp, wanna ramp
Wanna ramp? Then you're gonna get a hot stamp
Shifty don't eff about, eff about
Eff about, then you'll get the tool in your mout'
Shifty don't wanna ramp, wanna ramp
Wanna ramp? Then you're gonna get a hot stamp
[Verse 7: Skepta]
Bare wasteman wanna diss my tune
Same wasteman wanna spit on my tune
Wasteman bars can't fit on my tune
Try hard, still sound shit on my tune
Producers wanna bootleg my tune
Clash me and end up dead on my tune
Just a little reminder of my tune
It was gunshots in Sidewinder for my tune
[Verse 8: Jammer]
It's the Murkle Man
Never gonna flex like Urkel, man
Come to your ends and circle, man
All for the green and purple, man
'Cause, 'cause, it's the Murkle Guy
Never gonna flex like Urkel, guy
Come to your ends and circle guy
All for the green and purple, guy
[Verse 9: Slix]
Big shot, big shot, pump pumper
Big shot, big shot, pump pumper
Big shot, big shot, pump pumper
Pump with the pumpy, man are pumper
Big shot, big shot, pump pumper
Big shot, big shot, pump pumper
Big shot, big shot, pump pumper
Down, down, down, down
[Verse 10: Trim]
Understand fully
My playground; I play the bully
Blud, I'll creep up in a hoodie
Holes in your woolly and your girl's noonie
Test Trim? How could he?
You'll crumble like cookie
Wanna bet? We'll take it to the bookie
Get slewed like now
[Verse 11: Dirty Danger]
Yeah, I'm Dirty Dangerous
You can't move to Dangerous
That girl knows I'm Dangerous
She wants to roll with Dangerous
I'm Dangerous, Dangerous
To your daughter, I'm Dangerous
Eff up a man, that's Dangerous
Was a good girl, now she's dangerous