Ghetts, Buck Boy - East Meets South lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[Ghetts, Buck Boy - East Meets South lyrics]
Hear what I'm saying right now it's Ghetto
E13, all day long
I'm here now with my nigga Buck OTB
Southside SE17
I'm from the ends where we
Bang bang these Southside streets
And I linked with NASTY crew's
Ghetto from the East
Got siege on my side and
He's ready to squeeze
Heard about Sidewinder so fuck Flirta D
'Cause we got 'em toys
When you spit, you don't say no bars
You just make a lot of noise hype hype dssh
Hype hype eurghh
Cock back squeeze, leave you right right durr
Boy, the stuff you pulled bugged me
You remind me of Kanu skinny, tall and ugly
When we roll to Pecknarm, you
Know where the thugs be, guns be
I push you like we push drugs
You're a little mug
Don't have to be on ITV for
Us to feed you slugs 'Cause I'm back in the
Skengs we be grippin' it
If it's on, cock back, we be lickin' it
On the grad, here today
Know we be flippin' it
Flirta on the floor, fucked up on the door
Blood be drippin' here
Get it right, this is it G one more word
No more smooth nights at ministry
Fuck you what you heard
It weren't nothin' but nonsense
Who said I'm a dead man?
And I'm up and I'm conscious
You niggas must be bonkers
Fuckin' with monsters
I'll catch when you least expect it
And dump you in Romford
I came, I saw, I conquered
Your brain's on the floor like converse
No strays in the door
It's blatant that I aim for your jaw
I'm straight from the gutter
Around here, we don't rate the pompous
If you fuck with Ghetto, buss the metal
You don't want it with us, on a level
Don't doubt it, I'm about it
And you know I'm down with the foul clip
For a round quick, with a shot to your face
When the roundhouse kick
Two caps to your face, now bow down bitch
And in my town
You were tryna' clown and left
To drown on spit
You ain't real, on the account of it
But still you feel, you're down for it
I'm skilled in the field, mad with a shield
You can run but you can't hide, in the field
The only reason you're alive
Because I know niggas
That'll lick out your eye for a bill
I'm straight from the grime, it's real
Because this is what happens
When South meets East oTB, NASTY Crew
Get it right, we squeeze
The boy Buck and Ghetto don
We run the streets
We say fuck pussy niggas 'cause
We roll with G's you see
This is what happens when South meets East
Two real niggas
You don't want our people to pouch
Without people around, my people are foul
I don't want to have to leave
You 6 feet in the ground
Now look at him now look at him, swear
I was listening to radio last night
And I was sending for you, you know
Thought I heard something from you?
You think I give a fuck?
He's sounding like Crazy Frog and shit
E13, all day long
I'm here now with my nigga Buck OTB
Southside SE17
I'm from the ends where we
Bang bang these Southside streets
And I linked with NASTY crew's
Ghetto from the East
Got siege on my side and
He's ready to squeeze
Heard about Sidewinder so fuck Flirta D
'Cause we got 'em toys
When you spit, you don't say no bars
You just make a lot of noise hype hype dssh
Hype hype eurghh
Cock back squeeze, leave you right right durr
Boy, the stuff you pulled bugged me
You remind me of Kanu skinny, tall and ugly
When we roll to Pecknarm, you
Know where the thugs be, guns be
I push you like we push drugs
You're a little mug
Don't have to be on ITV for
Us to feed you slugs 'Cause I'm back in the
Skengs we be grippin' it
If it's on, cock back, we be lickin' it
On the grad, here today
Know we be flippin' it
Flirta on the floor, fucked up on the door
Blood be drippin' here
Get it right, this is it G one more word
No more smooth nights at ministry
Fuck you what you heard
It weren't nothin' but nonsense
Who said I'm a dead man?
And I'm up and I'm conscious
You niggas must be bonkers
Fuckin' with monsters
I'll catch when you least expect it
And dump you in Romford
I came, I saw, I conquered
Your brain's on the floor like converse
No strays in the door
It's blatant that I aim for your jaw
I'm straight from the gutter
Around here, we don't rate the pompous
If you fuck with Ghetto, buss the metal
You don't want it with us, on a level
Don't doubt it, I'm about it
And you know I'm down with the foul clip
For a round quick, with a shot to your face
When the roundhouse kick
Two caps to your face, now bow down bitch
And in my town
You were tryna' clown and left
To drown on spit
You ain't real, on the account of it
But still you feel, you're down for it
I'm skilled in the field, mad with a shield
You can run but you can't hide, in the field
The only reason you're alive
Because I know niggas
That'll lick out your eye for a bill
I'm straight from the grime, it's real
Because this is what happens
When South meets East oTB, NASTY Crew
Get it right, we squeeze
The boy Buck and Ghetto don
We run the streets
We say fuck pussy niggas 'cause
We roll with G's you see
This is what happens when South meets East
Two real niggas
You don't want our people to pouch
Without people around, my people are foul
I don't want to have to leave
You 6 feet in the ground
Now look at him now look at him, swear
I was listening to radio last night
And I was sending for you, you know
Thought I heard something from you?
You think I give a fuck?
He's sounding like Crazy Frog and shit