Bugzy Malone - War Mode lyrics

Yo, Bugzy Malone, twenty-one, dun' know
(Sound To Your Mind, Gotcha)

I’m going in to war mode and that means
I'll do what the fuck I wanna (yeah)
And I'm on some I don’t give
A fuck who it belongs to (yeah)
Track star
You wanna see the Lizzy that'll run through
I'm a rap star now, but I'm a don too
(deep it)
Not a driller but I've left man open, leakin'
Terrorist the way I've had mans parents
Screamin'
Brandishin’ my flicky and the shrubs
Steamin’ when I snap I see red like
I'm possessed by a demon
Always been a nigga that can dress clean
Robbing everyday I would finesse weed
Never knew when I would see my next dream
Cah the nightmares had a nigga stressed


Now they’re telling me I'm blessed
But, you're listening to an ex thief
Loyal for my killies, I will sweat, bleed
Don't cry for me if it’s death
Cry for me if I lose the will
To hustle and go get P's never that (Never)
I'm in the Lamborghini with the
Roof off and Nipseys
Victory lap, taking me back
To nights in the trap
Watchin' my older puttin' nasty in a wrap
Bag upon the toilet seat cause if
They burst in flush it
Add the baking soda let it boil don't rush it
It's class A you need the balaclava
And if you see feds
Hit the fence and use the bushes as a cushion
It gets filthy when you getting dirty
Money fucking with these hood rats
You serving scumbags
You better pray you run fast (Ah)
Cause guilty means you'll do time
You'll never get back
So, it's fun and games until you're in a cage
Nobody tells you that jails full of regrets
(Nah)
I'm on the phone telling him I want the
Rose gold Richard Millie with the baguettes
You're loyal to your soil
You think niggas are real
Til' they start sending dick pictures
Over to your ex
And your olders are certified til'
You hit the block years later in a C-class
Mercedes and you're mortified
The same nigga that taught you to cook a rock
Told you to bag it up, lookin' like a shop
Independence means you gotta be smart (Huh)
These rappers are following the leader
I get the new Louis when
It's just in like Bieber (Huh)
And now the petty tanks, six litre
Before Cali-weed we had haze (Hey)
Ownership is how we get paid
I'm looking at mansions
Know you niggas don't play
I've got the statue made in Italy
Like it's a bolognese, watch this, look
I'm about to sell out the arena in my city
I'm like the Pied Piper the
Way they walk with me
And don't listen to a word the papers say
When it's the castle, nobody fucks with me
In the streets it's chaos like City
And United's got a game
Traffic jams and everything
I don't get adrenaline
I just get competitive, everyone's repetitive
Tired of seeing broke niggas
Acting like they're stacked
When their careers half dead already
Like they're Pete & Bas
It's an automatic now it's giving
Man a heart attack
I've had a chart position five
Years in a row, back to back
So if legends live forever then
I guess I'm Peter Pan
I resurrected on 'em like the black Jesus
Jumped down from the cross and landed
On my feet dead center
I used to spend a winter shottin'
Off boxes from a blender
Now the tour starts November
And we're finishing December
I've got the Scottish and Irish pulling
Up on boats like they're pirates
Lions and tigers, I came up with riders
Any disrespect will decorate your front door
With the bottom of our Nikes
You're listening to a monarch
I'm British and I'm proud
Always give my blood
Sweat and tears to the crowd
God save the queen
Cus' she's the head of state
I went bangin' on my adversaries
With an empty plate then I got myself a full
Chicken with the perinaise (Hey)
Pray to the gods for better days (Hey)
Only do it if it gets you paid
Manchester to the death of me
Home of the brave
This is that great British shit
Cus' I was born here
Learned to kick a ball here
I remember Paul Gascoigne with three
Lions on his shirt
Lay on the floor with his arms in the air
Just celebrating the victory of warfare
Greatness running through my veins
On these cold English streets is where
I learned to play the game
I learned to break a kilo to 36 28's
And I'm decapitating rappers like I'm
Fucking Henry VI I I
Bugzy Malone, twenty-one, dun' know