Ghetts - Wednesday lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[Ghetts - Wednesday lyrics]
Ride outside, ride out time
Find out why I'm on a wile out vibe
I will never let one of my enemies kill me
I'd rather die how Winehouse died
I ain't ever had it from anybody or anyone
I am the MC but I never run
I'll be going on like I ain't letting of
Eleven guns let em come, let em come
Let em come
One brudda, don dadda, arm and a shank
Gun bust now I would than I done fuck you
Shut the fuck up I’m under cover which
Means I pretend I’m a rapper pu, pu
Pure 16's but I’ll draw
For the skeng in the pasa
Carry on screaming your postcode
I don't depend
On my manor and even though I’ve got
A smile on my face imp
As angry as Tyson blended with badder
I know niggas who, shoot, at
Police I was a dancehall
Mafia member with Stana
If you say something
That I find offensive, I’ll have to
Re-offend with the time bomb
John Travolta in face off couldn't prevent
Me from blowing every god
Damn face off John Mclean would
Have been a dead
Man from long time Their could
Have never been a sequel
John Connor from the terminator
Would have never been
Alive And the earth would
Have been a wasteland
Without a sign of any people
But I’m betting I can
Find you with John though Johnwho? Jon Doe In
A spiritual world full of lost souls you
Can find me roaming amongst the dead
With one mic, two hammers and a
Crossbow I say tick tick boom
Some might think of a Will Smith tune I
Think of cars in Iraq Half of the
Yard wanna par with the Spartan Every part of
Your heart in pieces I depart laughing
I’m hard bringing demons clock ticking
Bomb ticking
Me and my niggers in the graveyard
Yo Ghetts what you in the
Grave yard for? Mosh pitting
Pissing on tomb stones, waking
The dead somebody somewhere shaking
Their head smh, lol, dpmo
Shock factor This has the listener shaking
Again Don't tempt me, I'm so on it
I promise I’m beyond deadly
Scarf over the bottom half of the face
My brudda
I don't care if you got an army in place
Got a funeral hearse and a casket arranged
Who's taking the piss?
You'll be left in a cubicle, curled up
Half of your brain
All over the floors and walls
The toilets look better in blood red
The walls have ears and the doors inform
So there's holes in everything big ones
Rough round the edges
None of these holes ain't elegant strap
Long like the nose on an elephant
Body in the trunk
Headshot will expose your intelligence
Dumbo! Columbo couldn't solve the case
I come home with a poker face
Hide the snub nose and then
Throw the clothes away
Man know it's better to bag
A five pound can of petrol and set em alight
You wanna play games? 11-a-side
Man unite with the devil and strike
I'm in another man's city, no home advantage
One shot, man'll bring out his feminine side
So go ahead, cross me
I'm upfront, one touch, bang!
Palacio on the back of the dome
Enemies don'-UURRGGHH!
Find out why I'm on a wile out vibe
I will never let one of my enemies kill me
I'd rather die how Winehouse died
I ain't ever had it from anybody or anyone
I am the MC but I never run
I'll be going on like I ain't letting of
Eleven guns let em come, let em come
Let em come
One brudda, don dadda, arm and a shank
Gun bust now I would than I done fuck you
Shut the fuck up I’m under cover which
Means I pretend I’m a rapper pu, pu
Pure 16's but I’ll draw
For the skeng in the pasa
Carry on screaming your postcode
I don't depend
On my manor and even though I’ve got
A smile on my face imp
As angry as Tyson blended with badder
I know niggas who, shoot, at
Police I was a dancehall
Mafia member with Stana
If you say something
That I find offensive, I’ll have to
Re-offend with the time bomb
John Travolta in face off couldn't prevent
Me from blowing every god
Damn face off John Mclean would
Have been a dead
Man from long time Their could
Have never been a sequel
John Connor from the terminator
Would have never been
Alive And the earth would
Have been a wasteland
Without a sign of any people
But I’m betting I can
Find you with John though Johnwho? Jon Doe In
A spiritual world full of lost souls you
Can find me roaming amongst the dead
With one mic, two hammers and a
Crossbow I say tick tick boom
Some might think of a Will Smith tune I
Think of cars in Iraq Half of the
Yard wanna par with the Spartan Every part of
Your heart in pieces I depart laughing
I’m hard bringing demons clock ticking
Bomb ticking
Me and my niggers in the graveyard
Yo Ghetts what you in the
Grave yard for? Mosh pitting
Pissing on tomb stones, waking
The dead somebody somewhere shaking
Their head smh, lol, dpmo
Shock factor This has the listener shaking
Again Don't tempt me, I'm so on it
I promise I’m beyond deadly
Scarf over the bottom half of the face
My brudda
I don't care if you got an army in place
Got a funeral hearse and a casket arranged
Who's taking the piss?
You'll be left in a cubicle, curled up
Half of your brain
All over the floors and walls
The toilets look better in blood red
The walls have ears and the doors inform
So there's holes in everything big ones
Rough round the edges
None of these holes ain't elegant strap
Long like the nose on an elephant
Body in the trunk
Headshot will expose your intelligence
Dumbo! Columbo couldn't solve the case
I come home with a poker face
Hide the snub nose and then
Throw the clothes away
Man know it's better to bag
A five pound can of petrol and set em alight
You wanna play games? 11-a-side
Man unite with the devil and strike
I'm in another man's city, no home advantage
One shot, man'll bring out his feminine side
So go ahead, cross me
I'm upfront, one touch, bang!
Palacio on the back of the dome
Enemies don'-UURRGGHH!