Merky ACE - 3 CDs Freestyle lyrics

Merky ACE know what it is
Family Tree fT
3 CDs Freestyle all Or Nothing
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I don't wanna hear about bit's and bobs
I keep it real in and out of the game
But they have trouble, 'cause they're not
You know what I'm on and
You know where I'm from
Me nuh dere in Essex, I'm South London
When me ends get cold, me nuh wear long John
We rise the blue steel and leave man done
Bang i've got a 38 in a wasteman's yard
Bare MCs wanna talk about mash
But they ain't bangers, never did bark
It's when Merky starts
I'm so FT, that's word to your marge
Swear on my life, hand on heart
Heroes hold corn for defending the dark


Duct tape but I ain't taping no duct
Making sure he keeps his mouth shut
You nuh wan' see A-C-E in the cut
With your chick 'cause I'll slump
You into her butt
You can ask pagans, Merky's about
Man ah stand firm in the heart of South
Beat your head till the airbag comes out
Please don't doubt
Man are on home invasion, location location
Could've been a negro or a Caucasian
Ain't gonna stop my something from raising
Never would I ever let slide violation
Never would I let violation slide
If it's peak then it's peak
I'll do it on sight think it's alright
Tll one late night i come through on a hype
187 but not on mic
Dip round bends on a stolen bike
Clip's got lead for the boldest guy
Think you're hench but I know it's lies
Your heart skinned out
Your soul will get skied
When I eject lead and open head sides
FT, we're so certified
Man ain't gotta prove but will if you try
Ain't gotta prove but will if you dare
Don't know fear
Man have got iron, willing to share
Fam, I ain't lying, Ls are there
Push your L in the air
If you don't wanna hear
Let me make it clear, for the money, I care
But know say I'm ready for the war
And if you got contraband, man will tear
My stick connect is at
And my food connect on T-Mobile
Got a white farmer on O2
But, I ain't heard from him in a long while
Pagans don't wanna see the don smile
I could've dropped a tear at my don's trial
Six weeks in the crop, get chopped down
Hit me on the 079, I'll pop round
Tell a boy straight
You ain't 'bout that life
She makes me cum but she ain't my type
Hit me on the 07415
Talking recky and I'll be outside
With a pouch on my side
And the something's inside
That I call myself 'cause this one's mine
Splurt from the scene while a man reclines
Then suffocate bitch with dick, man
What about Lizzy?
Don't wanna hear nuttin' 'bout sizzy frizzy
Yeah, I'm that guy that bun trizzy wizzy
He is a no one, blud, who is he?
Yeah, man's out here, chasing cream
I don't wanna hear about dem man's team
I was in Essex, going on reem
Catching Zs but I didn't have a dream
Big 38 will make high tower lean
Head off clean, splurt from the scene
Death on impact, weren't no scream
Skid around the corner, shots are mean
Got little boys tryna bang on Twitter
While I'm risking my life
Out on these streets
Clap man's face front into his neck back
'Cause he's aiming for the retweet
It's fucking peak
You can get laid down any day of the week
Get left stiff where your juices leak
Gyal ah had a big butt, she was Greek
Arch up her back, then skeet on the cheek
Get that hat, then man ah go sleep
Wake up early, morning P
Like say I didn't just dun man't cleat
Like say I didn't just dun man't clart
I'll stab man a hundred times in his heart
If you try laying one finger on my marge
You can be hench cuh the barrel is large
I ain't tryna give man a push or barge
Lift him up high, have him touching stars
This is what I'm writing, it's not just bars
Jumped on a bike ting, it's not just cars