Ghetts - 36 Mafia Freestyle lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[Ghetts - 36 Mafia Freestyle lyrics]
I'm at that stage of my life
When there ain't nothing but pure
Rage in my life
The weapon I got, only maybe your life
But I will stab your wife and the baby inside
I ain't physically made for a fight
But that don't mean I won't
Aim for your sight
Mixed race, black Asian or white
Don't ever think I ain't the type
That will spray up the ride
I've made up my mind, and it's about time
Niggas wake up and smell the coffee
I ain't going to tell you softly
Nothing in this world can stop me
And you will need fire like hell to hot me
I'm no longer in jail for robbery
I'm out now, so bow down or get down how?
In a body bag zipped up
Walked out my nigga sub yeah he's fucked
And round town we count down
Like it's new year ten
Nine eight six five four three two one
And I still need a new pair
Me I got runaways, fuck what you wear!
Dark and bold I wear, dark and cold
And if you're cool with me I
Got a heart of gold
I started out trying to flip half an O
When you was half asleep
A year and a half ago
I was halving Gs with brehs I hardly know
That's what I call making a
You say you do too but I ain't convinced
I'm trying to get off Raw Blaze and on Rinse
You're trying to get on Raw Blaze
That's long wimp
When there ain't nothing but pure
Rage in my life
The weapon I got, only maybe your life
But I will stab your wife and the baby inside
I ain't physically made for a fight
But that don't mean I won't
Aim for your sight
Mixed race, black Asian or white
Don't ever think I ain't the type
That will spray up the ride
I've made up my mind, and it's about time
Niggas wake up and smell the coffee
I ain't going to tell you softly
Nothing in this world can stop me
And you will need fire like hell to hot me
I'm no longer in jail for robbery
I'm out now, so bow down or get down how?
In a body bag zipped up
Walked out my nigga sub yeah he's fucked
And round town we count down
Like it's new year ten
Nine eight six five four three two one
And I still need a new pair
Me I got runaways, fuck what you wear!
Dark and bold I wear, dark and cold
And if you're cool with me I
Got a heart of gold
I started out trying to flip half an O
When you was half asleep
A year and a half ago
I was halving Gs with brehs I hardly know
That's what I call making a
You say you do too but I ain't convinced
I'm trying to get off Raw Blaze and on Rinse
You're trying to get on Raw Blaze
That's long wimp