Ghetts - Merked lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[Ghetts - Merked lyrics]
You silly motherfuckers
You got to be soldiers, alright? Soldiers
Not clowns, goddamn it, you shut the fuck up
Yeah, yeah
I'm live in the booth right now, 2000 & Life
Ain't spending more than two
Bars for these pricks
I've never had a 9 to 5
I started crime in 95 when feds came
Ghetto split like Chinese eyes
Ride or die type of guy
Eye for eye, what's mine is mine
Pops gave me wise advice
Don't me, son, don't pipe the white
Listen carefully
I've showed you what my life is like
Mummy shouldn't tear for me
They're trying to send me Isle of White
Warrant, you ain't here to see
But I promise you when the time is right
Somebody's gonna die like Wiley's hype
It's what it is blame my
I'm from a place where having
A flamer is a requirement
Black or white, rich or broke
These niggas wanna attack at night
At slit your throat
I'll clap the nine till it hit your boat
Is this a joke? I wish it was
I'll put a gun in your mouth
And call you pistol gob so don't piss me off
Because I'll let the pistol off
And make you piss your pants
They call you William, I guess that makes me
I took the title like gimme, gimme, gimme
Thanks my team's full of bad boys
Like P diddy's camp
Listen closely, Sidewinder was a one off
Normally, I'd be in the club
With the mini shanks swarvo, you silly chap
The only bread you're breaking is hard dough
Check your piggy bank
You couldn't even flip a half
Full without getting clamped
As for Bashy, fuck it, I'll let him wank
I'm already champ
I'm so old school, my memory's cramped
Whoever told you that ramps
Lie, I'll play in deadly pranks
I ain't shooting any blanks
I ain't losing any blood where I'm from
Niggas get wetted then burred damp
Van Damage, you're a proven mug
Where you from? Niggas have said it
You ain't in any rank
And Flirta D, before you heard of me
I was on the murder scene
Sending niggas like you to
Wipe my burner clean napper, you backstabber
You're from Hackney but you
Don't rep that manor
You're all over like a back patter
Wait, I know what you thought, it's not that
Jammer i'm not one for the talk
I'll cut that hammer
You see this gun that I bought?
We'll drop that bladder
Yo Footsie, you fat slapper
You're only there because they booked D
I'm gone nigga try and catch up
You motherfuckers see that?
I'm a motherfucking soldier
You know what I'm saying?
You got to be soldiers, alright? Soldiers
Not clowns, goddamn it, you shut the fuck up
Yeah, yeah
I'm live in the booth right now, 2000 & Life
Ain't spending more than two
Bars for these pricks
I've never had a 9 to 5
I started crime in 95 when feds came
Ghetto split like Chinese eyes
Ride or die type of guy
Eye for eye, what's mine is mine
Pops gave me wise advice
Don't me, son, don't pipe the white
Listen carefully
I've showed you what my life is like
Mummy shouldn't tear for me
They're trying to send me Isle of White
Warrant, you ain't here to see
But I promise you when the time is right
Somebody's gonna die like Wiley's hype
It's what it is blame my
I'm from a place where having
A flamer is a requirement
Black or white, rich or broke
These niggas wanna attack at night
At slit your throat
I'll clap the nine till it hit your boat
Is this a joke? I wish it was
I'll put a gun in your mouth
And call you pistol gob so don't piss me off
Because I'll let the pistol off
And make you piss your pants
They call you William, I guess that makes me
I took the title like gimme, gimme, gimme
Thanks my team's full of bad boys
Like P diddy's camp
Listen closely, Sidewinder was a one off
Normally, I'd be in the club
With the mini shanks swarvo, you silly chap
The only bread you're breaking is hard dough
Check your piggy bank
You couldn't even flip a half
Full without getting clamped
As for Bashy, fuck it, I'll let him wank
I'm already champ
I'm so old school, my memory's cramped
Whoever told you that ramps
Lie, I'll play in deadly pranks
I ain't shooting any blanks
I ain't losing any blood where I'm from
Niggas get wetted then burred damp
Van Damage, you're a proven mug
Where you from? Niggas have said it
You ain't in any rank
And Flirta D, before you heard of me
I was on the murder scene
Sending niggas like you to
Wipe my burner clean napper, you backstabber
You're from Hackney but you
Don't rep that manor
You're all over like a back patter
Wait, I know what you thought, it's not that
Jammer i'm not one for the talk
I'll cut that hammer
You see this gun that I bought?
We'll drop that bladder
Yo Footsie, you fat slapper
You're only there because they booked D
I'm gone nigga try and catch up
You motherfuckers see that?
I'm a motherfucking soldier
You know what I'm saying?