[Chorus: Sly and the Family Stone]

If I make it 'til tomorrow

I’ll be surprised (I’ll be surprised), (I’ll be surprised)

If I make it 'til tomorrow

I’ll be surprised (I’ll be surprised) (I’ll be surprised)

[Verse 1]

Tonight there’s gonna be a massacre straight after the sun goes down

Going out for all of them haters and running them down

I’m bunning them down, how you mean I’m gunning them down?

They going on as if they got the right to yam up town

Well no they won’t, we no more eating for them now

I’m bringing them beef, it’s not the meat from a cow

You wanna jack man and act like that’s gonna be allowed?

Do you think I’d let that ride? I’m too fucking proud

The tables turn as I ride on you now

Say goodnight as I’m puttin’ your lights out

Should’ve taken me out when you had the chance

Under the moonlight, time to meet the Devil and dance

Ask Nas, you from the hood, you have to get yourself a gun

And when it’s on, you don’t pop your shit and run

You stand firm 'til the whole clip’s done

Or else you’ll have a slim chance of seeing tomorrow's Sun

[Chorus: Sly and the Family Stone]

If I make it till tomorrow

I’ll be surprised (I’ll be surprised), (I’ll be surprised)

If I make it till tomorrow

I’ll be surprised (I’ll be surprised) (I’ll be surprised)

[Verse 2]

So now I’m roaming with two straps, both off the safety catch

Around the spots where they’re shotting the crack

I’m looking for cats, to get any haters I see

How many haters up in Finsbury are there out to get me?

Just like Chong, a crack head paedophile and his son

Going on as if they heavy ’cause they holding a gun

They can’t run, how many more life’s have gotta done

So them man can sit back with a crack-pipe to bun?

Fucking scum, love to take life for fun

Killing innocent sons and leaving heartbroken mums

I say, "Murderer! Blood is on your trainer

Policeman took that to forensic doctor

Murder the victim’s family must all hate ya

So kill me now because you won’t kill me later"

I’m ready to die and I’m ready to take life

And I’m gonna be surprised if I make it through tonight

[Chorus: Sly and the Family Stone]

If I make it till tomorrow

I’ll be surprised (I’ll be surprised), (I’ll be surprised)

If I make it till tomorrow

I’ll be surprised (I’ll be surprised) (I’ll be surprised)

[Verse 3]

All night I’ve been searching to find out where them fassy ‘oles are lurking

Think I finally found them but I still gotta be certain

I heard they shotting work in the crack house in the block, the flat without the curtain

Come, we go hurt them?

Firebomb the letter box and leave them all burning

If they coming running, my bullets gonna splurt them

I’m all out to hurt them and leave them for dead

Making sure every one of them gets one in the head

I’m running it red, not thinking about running from Feds

The only thoughts that I’m having is to fill them full of lead

I didn’t wanna have to go resort to all the bloodshed

But now it’s kill or be killed and left on your death bed

As I look into the face of this crack-basing demon

Knowing he’s the type who rapes his own semen

What do you believe in? The dark or the light?

I know I’m gonna be surprised if I make it through tonight

[Chorus: Sly and the Family Stone]

If I make it till tomorrow

I’ll be surprised (I’ll be surprised), (I’ll be surprised)

If I make it till tomorrow

I’ll be surprised (I’ll be surprised) (I’ll be surprised)

[Outro: Spoken dialogue between two characters from Made In Britain]

Trevor: They don't know I did it

Harry: But you're telling me?

Trevor: Yeah

Harry: Great!

Trevor: I'm turning myself in to you Harry, as you're my mate, you can collect the reward

Harry: Crapping on your own doorstep?

*Picks up rotary telephone receiver*

Harry: We'll let them deal with it

*Begins dialling rotary phone*

Trevor: They'll stand on me Harry, they don't like me there, I've been there before. They'll roll me in a mattress and they'll boot me

*Hangs up phone*

Harry: What's that to a brick shithouse like you?

*Begins dialling again*

Trevor: I smashed a police car with a Transit, send me to another nick

Harry: Your shit, you roll in it. You're an arsehole, you're not worth a piss

Trevor: Right