Merky ACE, TKO - Do Dis Ting Part 2 lyrics
[Merky ACE, TKO - Do Dis Ting Part 2 lyrics]
Big up all my Family Tree we're here again
Do This Ting Part 2 hold tight TKO
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I'll run through the front door
Make the blood pour it is not long in war
Roll with a team of barkers, that's for
Letting corn slide in your right hand, sure
Strip's real greazy something like Saw
Bucks real easy, not a rebore
Got a little gwop but I wanna get more
Picking on you cause you're flipping that raw
He's strapped too, don't run to the door
Act up again and the clip gets drawed
Face get burnt when I'm squeezing the four
T's got ten but you can hold four
Your chain smells rich, my chain smells poor
And that's the reason why I'm stealing yours
Leave bloodstains on the walls and floors
You will know pain when
You're meeting the Lord
Best friend sprayed in the face, no Sure
Going for your waist, rudeboy, are you sure?
Look at the state he's in, you'll get more
Feel like you're getting hit by a meteor
My ting will crash bang, it will shake floors
Your head will crash bang
Straight to the morgue
Don't play games, rudeboy, press pause
When you die, you ain't gonna respawn uh
Got a four pound that'll lick down doors
Don't even hear that guy no more
Ray gun dunned him, he don't want war
Got a new flow, not heard before
I rep 662 plus four
Straight from hell, that's where I was born
Look at my long red tail and my horns
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't do this, do this
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I'll run through the back gate
Make the blood spray
Go all-out for the papes
Roll with a team of barkers, that's bait
Shooting corn, not one from a plate
Beef with the ACE, you will end up on a stake
You'll get an icing if you've got cake
Said that before, I'll repeat it straight
Picking on you cause you're
Flipping that bass
He's strapped too, don't step out of place
You'll be dead forever just like Drake
Act up again and the kid gets laced
Face get burnt when I'm squeezing the eight
Your chain's fully real
Don't say that it's fake
I'll aim up the ting and blam for your face
Gone, missing, leave no trace
You'll know pain when you're
Sent to the gates
Best friend sprayed in the grill, no Mace
No pencil in mouth but bare lead taste
With a stick, Merky's amazing like grace
But, I don't rate God, I'm on a devilish wave
If you try step inna my path, Shinobi headtop
Worthy of a Crimewatch chase
Take it old school like TDK
Garibaldi tee and VHS tapes
I've got dargs, nuttin' like Snoop and Nate
You'll get a warp hole looking ish cave
Face skin, no sign of a shave
So you better think twice
Before you get brave
All I wanna do is pop chains like a slave
Stayed outside when I was in the rave
Merky, I've got the top gear like Dave
Sometimes I go for days with no days
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't do this, do this
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
Shotgun shell, you'll rest in peace
Longed off 'chete, you'll rest in pieces
If I see red, then you're gonna see Jesus
When we let out the big teeth like a beaver's
Call me if you wanna meet, cleavers
What we'll have make you an Earth leaver
All of your life, tek 'em like nina
I'll send your soul to the sky like Nina
I eat Mike and Ike's
Not Tyson and the husband of Tina
Brought in by my uncle, not Trina
Made sure I weren't no window cleaner
It's quite ironic that you'll be a veg if I
Hit you with the steamer
I came back from down E with no bus pass
I was down there cause I hollered at Streema
Cause, I'm grinding, grinding, grinding
Grinding
Always up late, not really a sleeper
Yeah, I smoke blem, yeah, I smoke crow
But, you won't ever see me bunning no shisha
More of a seller, not really a keeper
And don't know me either
Even though I'm moving Dutch on the frontline
You'll still see me when it's dark like Peter
Listen, more money I'm after
I've got the mind of a Lewisham grafter
Hold tight Ego and KO
Cause they both know what I'm after
Draw for the ting, flick it out in disaster
Went college in Pecknam doing plaster
So I know Tally, and I know Smiler
Not gonna lie, fam, they're all barkers
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't do this, do this
Do this, do this, do this, do this
Do this, do this, do this ting
I will swing my ting at your forehead
For the four Zs, you will be dead
Every penny counts and I've
Gotta get more bread
Lay a nigga down with the tool
That's a four spesh
I will leave your draw wedged
When the barrel spins round
Just like a vortex
You don't wanna get your jaw
Touched by a 'bore TEC
Leave a nigga with bare holes
Like he was mesh uh
Sling shots at headtops and make beds
Standard, bark off shots, don't rate feds
With Alan, young, I make bread
With TK, gun roll, I'll drop heads
Lay niggas down flat, when the pound claps
And it all goes black, game over, dead
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
TK done told you, thought he was lying?
You must've thought it's a bruising ting
It's more like a loose Z ting
You holding your wounds, blood oozing ting
You got punched up on the P4
And I never had a tool so I guess that I win
Don't get it twisted, you got lucky
See me on a bad day, make you a duppy
I'm that yout that you fear like Chucky
I do this ting, so I move mucky
Don't get it twisted, you got lucky
See me on a bad day, make you a duppy
I'm that yout that you fear like Chucky
I do this ting, so I move mucky
Do This Ting Part 2 hold tight TKO
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I'll run through the front door
Make the blood pour it is not long in war
Roll with a team of barkers, that's for
Letting corn slide in your right hand, sure
Strip's real greazy something like Saw
Bucks real easy, not a rebore
Got a little gwop but I wanna get more
Picking on you cause you're flipping that raw
He's strapped too, don't run to the door
Act up again and the clip gets drawed
Face get burnt when I'm squeezing the four
T's got ten but you can hold four
Your chain smells rich, my chain smells poor
And that's the reason why I'm stealing yours
Leave bloodstains on the walls and floors
You will know pain when
You're meeting the Lord
Best friend sprayed in the face, no Sure
Going for your waist, rudeboy, are you sure?
Look at the state he's in, you'll get more
Feel like you're getting hit by a meteor
My ting will crash bang, it will shake floors
Your head will crash bang
Straight to the morgue
Don't play games, rudeboy, press pause
When you die, you ain't gonna respawn uh
Got a four pound that'll lick down doors
Don't even hear that guy no more
Ray gun dunned him, he don't want war
Got a new flow, not heard before
I rep 662 plus four
Straight from hell, that's where I was born
Look at my long red tail and my horns
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't do this, do this
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I'll run through the back gate
Make the blood spray
Go all-out for the papes
Roll with a team of barkers, that's bait
Shooting corn, not one from a plate
Beef with the ACE, you will end up on a stake
You'll get an icing if you've got cake
Said that before, I'll repeat it straight
Picking on you cause you're
Flipping that bass
He's strapped too, don't step out of place
You'll be dead forever just like Drake
Act up again and the kid gets laced
Face get burnt when I'm squeezing the eight
Your chain's fully real
Don't say that it's fake
I'll aim up the ting and blam for your face
Gone, missing, leave no trace
You'll know pain when you're
Sent to the gates
Best friend sprayed in the grill, no Mace
No pencil in mouth but bare lead taste
With a stick, Merky's amazing like grace
But, I don't rate God, I'm on a devilish wave
If you try step inna my path, Shinobi headtop
Worthy of a Crimewatch chase
Take it old school like TDK
Garibaldi tee and VHS tapes
I've got dargs, nuttin' like Snoop and Nate
You'll get a warp hole looking ish cave
Face skin, no sign of a shave
So you better think twice
Before you get brave
All I wanna do is pop chains like a slave
Stayed outside when I was in the rave
Merky, I've got the top gear like Dave
Sometimes I go for days with no days
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't do this, do this
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
Shotgun shell, you'll rest in peace
Longed off 'chete, you'll rest in pieces
If I see red, then you're gonna see Jesus
When we let out the big teeth like a beaver's
Call me if you wanna meet, cleavers
What we'll have make you an Earth leaver
All of your life, tek 'em like nina
I'll send your soul to the sky like Nina
I eat Mike and Ike's
Not Tyson and the husband of Tina
Brought in by my uncle, not Trina
Made sure I weren't no window cleaner
It's quite ironic that you'll be a veg if I
Hit you with the steamer
I came back from down E with no bus pass
I was down there cause I hollered at Streema
Cause, I'm grinding, grinding, grinding
Grinding
Always up late, not really a sleeper
Yeah, I smoke blem, yeah, I smoke crow
But, you won't ever see me bunning no shisha
More of a seller, not really a keeper
And don't know me either
Even though I'm moving Dutch on the frontline
You'll still see me when it's dark like Peter
Listen, more money I'm after
I've got the mind of a Lewisham grafter
Hold tight Ego and KO
Cause they both know what I'm after
Draw for the ting, flick it out in disaster
Went college in Pecknam doing plaster
So I know Tally, and I know Smiler
Not gonna lie, fam, they're all barkers
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I
Don't, don't ever think I
Won't shoot this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
Do this ting, do this ting
Do this, do this, do this ting
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't do this, do this
Do this, do this, do this, do this
Do this, do this, do this ting
I will swing my ting at your forehead
For the four Zs, you will be dead
Every penny counts and I've
Gotta get more bread
Lay a nigga down with the tool
That's a four spesh
I will leave your draw wedged
When the barrel spins round
Just like a vortex
You don't wanna get your jaw
Touched by a 'bore TEC
Leave a nigga with bare holes
Like he was mesh uh
Sling shots at headtops and make beds
Standard, bark off shots, don't rate feds
With Alan, young, I make bread
With TK, gun roll, I'll drop heads
Lay niggas down flat, when the pound claps
And it all goes black, game over, dead
I do this ting, don't ever think I don't
Don't ever think I won't shoot this ting
TK done told you, thought he was lying?
You must've thought it's a bruising ting
It's more like a loose Z ting
You holding your wounds, blood oozing ting
You got punched up on the P4
And I never had a tool so I guess that I win
Don't get it twisted, you got lucky
See me on a bad day, make you a duppy
I'm that yout that you fear like Chucky
I do this ting, so I move mucky
Don't get it twisted, you got lucky
See me on a bad day, make you a duppy
I'm that yout that you fear like Chucky
I do this ting, so I move mucky