Countdown Youngers

By YGC

On Our World

Released on 2005

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[Intro]

Okay

Countdown youngers remix

S.K.I.T.Z. Beatz on the buttons

Featuring Scare Dem, Fire Camp, Aftershock, Roll Deep, Kidz in the Hood, Slew Dem, Stand Clear

Yeah!


[Verse 1: JP]

Look, I be going on stank straight up

Everyday on road with a shank

Get bored in your chest point blank, straight up

Scare Dem, enemies get clamped

In the rank, I've moved straight up to the top

Straight up, you can say JP's hot

Straight up, I've got no love for the cops

Straight up, officers get headtops


[Verse 2: Krucial]

Come in my ends, you'll get moved to

Don't try screw too

I will knock you out, leave you searching

For your teeth like a Bluetooth

It's not me you wanna be rude to

I'll draw the ting with the lead in

For you and your bredrin

Th-that will be youse two


[Verse 3: 2Face]

Is it clash they wanna chuck-er?

Okay, then, soundboy, we can ruck-er

Ring your whole crew, ring your big brother

I'll ring my boys Dipper and Ducker

I've got the game locked like locker

You wanna clash? Ergh, you dumb fucker

Tek time, calm down, yeah, just stop-per

You don't really wanna see your whole crew flop-per


[Verse 4: Delusion]

[?] mad, [?] peng

Come strapped up with the spengaleng

Running your mouth, I'll gun buck with the skeng

Lyrically cold, I need Benalyn

When I throw blows like Nigel Benn

Girl dem ah bell my line on the reg-a-leg, [?]

Just to add to the adrenaline

You will get addicted just like heroin


[Verse 5: Scotti Dee]

Yeah, it's not the one that you want again

It's deep you don't roll with the leng

Yeah, pussyhole, you'll get dash in the Thames

There'll be no denial I'm still [?] ten

You're not my spar or my friend

That's what I'm [?] them

Wrap you up, if I see you again

Sure, you'll get wrapped up again


[Verse 6: Gloka]

Blud, relax, man

Draw for the blade and axe man

If he's got dough, I'll tax man, and

Eat he's phone like snacks, man

Don't make me get mad, man

And have to start flex like badman

I will draw for the gat, man

And a couple unsociable Black man


[Verse 7: Lightnin]

Lights just wants to come and sign a deal

Lights will come and bang your man dem, chill

If it's beef you wanna bring, you can

Lights is evil, I will swing your nan

Please don't go on like you're real, you're fake

Squeeze a pistol and your Ps, I take

Yeah, I need to eat

Spit outrageous, tryna squeeze the Ps


[Verse 8: Clipson]

I murk the big raves, it's normal

Get the forward and the wheels, it's normal

People wanna hate me 'cause it's normal

Bare snakes in your crews, yeah, it's normal

Don't wanna bring man, yeah, it's normal

Come to the bits, get wrapped up, normal

Stress, shot central park, it's normal

Get hotted up, gun bucked, it's normal


[Verse 9]

Lately I've been spitting on beats from the '80s

So you man crackers and crazy

Like Breeze, nothing don't phase me, make me switch

If you want six from the baby nine

I'm on the grind, kid, things do stick to my hip

I'm fine in the hood

I'm minding my own business like most of you should

I do my own thing, you wouldn't try if you could


[Verse 10: Vortex]

You told your boy safe and catch you later

Get dashed off the roof

We ain't gonna catch you later, with that tough guy behaviour

Nah, that won't save ya

Nah, seriously, cuz

Who do you think the crowd favour?

I'm sharp like shaver

I'm yellow and twisted like a Quaver


[Verse 11: Shaker the Baker]

If you really want

We can one-on-one it, I will bang you in your stomach

Crossover with the left hook won it

Believe a dumb prick's done quick

It claps and kicks like a drum kit

I've got shells and gun clips

I've got the steels like drums, if you want it, I'll come

Let go in your boat like a trumpet


[Verse 12: LG]

You don't wanna slip on that one

Fuck that, nah, you don't wanna slip on that one

'Cause we keep clips on that one

My team, we deep pricks on that one

You wanna come to our ends on that one

Mad 'cause it surely depends on that one

But I'll buck to your ends on that one

[?] on that one


[Verse 13: Angry]

Don't think you're manly 'cause it might be the Stanley that comes in handy

Angry, I'll leave your face manky

I'll make you shit your panty

My next move's your family

I ain't harsh like Brandy

Whether you're short or lanky, make you seem like pansy

You're sweet like candy, and I get hanky panky

'Cause your girl is randy like


[Verse 14]

I'm hungry stubborn so I write from my belly

You can get wrapped up for your whole deli

Bezel and bling, whip if you got one

Run up in the crib and take what's in the kitty

Waving the straps, legs go jelly

Confiscate every penny

Have you pissing your pants like some prick

Making it clear to me that you don't want any


[Verse 15]

Shh, you don't really wanna get bore

You act stiff like you pack more heat than Accra

Listen, I'm on arms like Sure

You backchat, the beef will break out like sores

Sh-sh, heavyweight like pack horse

I'll lay you like planks on floor

Shh, you'll get handled like doors

I won't stand for traitors [?]


[Verse 16: Ears]

It's that time that we start moving

Yo, I've got big bars, always improving

No time for sleeping or snoozing

Gonna stand out, A&Rs say "choose him"

It's that time that we start moving

Yo, I've got big bars, always improving

No time for sleeping or snoozing

Gonna stand out, A&Rs say "choose him"


[Verse 17: Royal]

(breaths)

Take a breather

Don't push up your chest like breasts

You're not bad 'cause you push weights

Don't think that you're heavy like weights

'Cause if I see you in my ends

That's, that's GBH-H