Abra Cadabra, Charlie Sloth - Fire In The Booth, Pt.2 lyrics

You won't survive in these
Streets with no patience
They say the street's a dirty
Game and I played it
Oh Lord
Don't let them kill me on these pavements

Look
I put my blood, sweat and tears in this ting
I wouldn't drop it for the road
But think you could diss me
Lord knows you could end up with a poke
Or it might be a late run ting when
I'm creeping on your block with a pole
Hit him, him, him, him and who knows
Fuck it, everything around
Him getting smoked
This ain't a joke
I got my pride before I fold
I'll put my life on the line
Ask my brothers if I've ever told


I tried to make this shit the
Realest shit I ever wrote
Like when I buss I didn't cut
I brought all my bros
Like who remembers me pulling up 30
Man deep to a show
I weren't performing if my
Niggas couldn't roll
That's fact
We need some more real niggas in
The ends like Lippy and Tricky
To show the yute-dem to be gangster
You ain't gotta get drilly
Don't watch me, strapped up cah I gotta be
The opps getting me down
That's like winning the lottery
I'm big food now, big food in this ting
Tryna stop my young one wrappin'
Up food in the ting
The hood's fucked up
Old friends were shooting and shit
He used to be my bredrin, now
I'm defo moving to him
Shoo

You won't survive in these
Streets with no patience
They say the street's a dirty
Game and I played it
Oh Lord
Don't let them kill me on these pavements
Shoo, yeah
You won't survive in these
Streets with no patience
They say the street's a dirty
Game and I played it
Oh Lord
Don't let them kill me on these pavements
Look

My little niggas S and Boogz
They're coming home when
I'm like 40-something
I swear it got me bugging
Try link them at the gates with
At least a couple mill'
And say, "Don't watch nothing"
You know the ting govern
If I lived in central
Trust me that's what I'd probably rap about
Probably rapping about managing bank accounts
But I grew up in the T side of London
So I'm rapping about banging and
Scheming on the trapper's house
I used to have to boil the
Kettle just to have a bath
Never used to dwell on it
I knew that that would be my past
So who's to say I don't deserve this shit?
Yeah, look, ay
I never done it for the name
When I banged the strizz
Having a name won't stop me
Getting bagged and shit
Anytime I step, I step cah this beef is real
What, you think I'd rather
Die than kill? Shoo

You won't survive in these
Streets with no patience
They say the streets a dirty
Game and I played it
Oh Lord
Don't let them kill me on these pavements
Look, yeah

Nuff 'matic 'round here when I tip toe
We make the lead spark
16 and one inna di 'ead cah my 'ead's up
Aim for your chest, that's a headshot
Kickback's rising up
Opps about, I'm rising it up
Old school friends
My niggas been lighting them up
Four opp blocks, anyone I'm skying it cause
Yo bro, I got my machine
Are you riding along?
Main road, side road
Red if his son can't take tuff
High roads, I made your boss run
Pulled up, lunked off, I saw them boy fast
Can't be seen too much
The neighbours too nuff
We don't do talk much
All the opps talk nuff
You ain't never barked off
Lean with the ting when I clark off
Mine when I park off
Word to Young Spray
You don't wanna be a duppy on the carpark
Shoo

You won't survive in these
Streets with no patience
They say the street's a dirty
Game and I played it
Oh Lord
Don't let them kill me on these pavements
That's why I barely touch the
Streets when I'm naked