Merky ACE, Pozer - The Link Up, Part 1 lyrics
[Merky ACE, Pozer - The Link Up, Part 1 lyrics]
Merky ACE, Young Poze link up ting, yeah?
Oi, warm them up
I've got swag, I ain't talking a tracksuit
Got a couple hoes and they're
Acting up mad loose
Sitting in the trap while I'm
Sipping my 'gnac juice
Got a couple fags so I'm
Calling this smack food
You better watch your mout
'cause I'm letting the MAC loose
Merky ACE fucked, so I call him a mad yout
His girl's into hoes so they
Call me a bad yout
M-O-B, bitch, yeah I hit 'em like straps do
I'm feeling kind of wavy so, prick
I'ma bag you smack you
Break your fucking legs and your back too
Cap who? Bitch
You must be smoking the crack food
Young Poze
Take your fucking bitch and your stack too
The dank's coming in brand new
Fresh from Ritchie like I'm
Cutting a line through
Fucking with P? That's a bad move
Late night screen, I'ma put him on Sky News
Let the strap say a lot
Let it spray a speech
Pussy, you'll be flying in the
Air to the other street
You'll be missing couple bones and arteries
Now your blood's pissing and you're
Finding it hard to breathe
Turned the fucking place to an ugly scene
Left your niggas red like I sprayed
Him with the sub machine fuck the Ds
I work the fucking gauge like a masterpiece
Cut the keys, I'll be in the trap
Bagging half a tree
Fuck with me, make him hip hop like it's R&B
Bark and squeeze
Shell up in your mout like a fucking sweet
Asking me
Got the pure coke that'll charge a fee
After me, got the right smoke
Leave him half asleep half of B
Got a fresh load coming after three
Passing heat
I'ma run down fucking half the street
Asking me
I'm a right G when it comes to street
After me
I'ma leave him slumped when I charge the heat
Fuck it, this is my time, phone line
Time to make your bitches and your dome mine
Pitching in the '05 so high
Watch the pussy burst and he's so fly
Road life
I'll be in the street like a road sign
Pure white, so nice, flooded in the roadside
Niggas want a reason, you can talk to my 45
45, bullets look for niggas like a tour guide
Pure stripes
You'll be opened up like door slides
Yeah, Poze, you dun know what time it is now
Innit?
Drive in the backseat, stroking a fat heat
Get hit with corn and I don't mean lamb feet
You'll see T, me, M, Shif and E
Two man burning up the danky, gangrene
Five man eating with trays, no canteen
Get your whole headtop, that's a baked bean
Think I ain't mean, and I'm a fake G?
Till you hold a cream member
That's a fake squeeze
Now you've got a lot of thought to share
Brains spilling out like Brixton
Blood's everywhere
Madness, take it out on any breh
Full magazine and I don't mean Marie Claire
That's a full clip
Not one from a jezzy's hair
Better think twice before you stand and stare
'Cause it can get mad in here
You'll get sent straight down to Satan's lair
When the barrel spins like a
Carousel in a funfair
Ergh, this ain't a funfair (nope)
War ain't fun, and it ain't fair
Get sweeped out your Nike
Airs by eight spares
Far from generous, but shells? ACE will share
'Cause, I'm a kind man
Come for my food and I'll make you diced lamb
I'm a chopper like a pushbike
Chopper on a pushbike
Ride up and turn your pigs into sliced ham
Scold you in your back, that's smoked ham
Yeah, we've got big straps
But I'll still poke man
Ain't nuttin' like a kid wanting detention
Big shank hurt your lungs
Much more than Benson
You think I give a fuck
About your little bredrin?
Like say will not end him
Bend him with the stick
Make him do a triple flip
And bawl out for attention
He's saying "help, help"
Hoping that the feds drive by and hear
And put us in a jail cell
Got niggas on the ends, say Merky ain't well
Mad in his head
It goes deep like a water well
Even sort your girl, we don't call it
Bulletproof vest round here is
A tortoise shell you can have one, but you
Still will get clapped, son
Straight in your O2, bloody hell
That's your dome, brah, no getting sown up
When the chrome sparks
You will get lost in the
Wind like an old fart
I've got no heart, so I'll shot dark
Ain't gonna lie, though, fam
I'm on a cro ting
So if you wanna draw, come cold bath
Had a setback, only got a half
But, I've got a move in my
Head that'll rain in the Zs
I will tear off a leg, and if needed
I'll stop a heart (Dead him)
Oi, warm them up
I've got swag, I ain't talking a tracksuit
Got a couple hoes and they're
Acting up mad loose
Sitting in the trap while I'm
Sipping my 'gnac juice
Got a couple fags so I'm
Calling this smack food
You better watch your mout
'cause I'm letting the MAC loose
Merky ACE fucked, so I call him a mad yout
His girl's into hoes so they
Call me a bad yout
M-O-B, bitch, yeah I hit 'em like straps do
I'm feeling kind of wavy so, prick
I'ma bag you smack you
Break your fucking legs and your back too
Cap who? Bitch
You must be smoking the crack food
Young Poze
Take your fucking bitch and your stack too
The dank's coming in brand new
Fresh from Ritchie like I'm
Cutting a line through
Fucking with P? That's a bad move
Late night screen, I'ma put him on Sky News
Let the strap say a lot
Let it spray a speech
Pussy, you'll be flying in the
Air to the other street
You'll be missing couple bones and arteries
Now your blood's pissing and you're
Finding it hard to breathe
Turned the fucking place to an ugly scene
Left your niggas red like I sprayed
Him with the sub machine fuck the Ds
I work the fucking gauge like a masterpiece
Cut the keys, I'll be in the trap
Bagging half a tree
Fuck with me, make him hip hop like it's R&B
Bark and squeeze
Shell up in your mout like a fucking sweet
Asking me
Got the pure coke that'll charge a fee
After me, got the right smoke
Leave him half asleep half of B
Got a fresh load coming after three
Passing heat
I'ma run down fucking half the street
Asking me
I'm a right G when it comes to street
After me
I'ma leave him slumped when I charge the heat
Fuck it, this is my time, phone line
Time to make your bitches and your dome mine
Pitching in the '05 so high
Watch the pussy burst and he's so fly
Road life
I'll be in the street like a road sign
Pure white, so nice, flooded in the roadside
Niggas want a reason, you can talk to my 45
45, bullets look for niggas like a tour guide
Pure stripes
You'll be opened up like door slides
Yeah, Poze, you dun know what time it is now
Innit?
Drive in the backseat, stroking a fat heat
Get hit with corn and I don't mean lamb feet
You'll see T, me, M, Shif and E
Two man burning up the danky, gangrene
Five man eating with trays, no canteen
Get your whole headtop, that's a baked bean
Think I ain't mean, and I'm a fake G?
Till you hold a cream member
That's a fake squeeze
Now you've got a lot of thought to share
Brains spilling out like Brixton
Blood's everywhere
Madness, take it out on any breh
Full magazine and I don't mean Marie Claire
That's a full clip
Not one from a jezzy's hair
Better think twice before you stand and stare
'Cause it can get mad in here
You'll get sent straight down to Satan's lair
When the barrel spins like a
Carousel in a funfair
Ergh, this ain't a funfair (nope)
War ain't fun, and it ain't fair
Get sweeped out your Nike
Airs by eight spares
Far from generous, but shells? ACE will share
'Cause, I'm a kind man
Come for my food and I'll make you diced lamb
I'm a chopper like a pushbike
Chopper on a pushbike
Ride up and turn your pigs into sliced ham
Scold you in your back, that's smoked ham
Yeah, we've got big straps
But I'll still poke man
Ain't nuttin' like a kid wanting detention
Big shank hurt your lungs
Much more than Benson
You think I give a fuck
About your little bredrin?
Like say will not end him
Bend him with the stick
Make him do a triple flip
And bawl out for attention
He's saying "help, help"
Hoping that the feds drive by and hear
And put us in a jail cell
Got niggas on the ends, say Merky ain't well
Mad in his head
It goes deep like a water well
Even sort your girl, we don't call it
Bulletproof vest round here is
A tortoise shell you can have one, but you
Still will get clapped, son
Straight in your O2, bloody hell
That's your dome, brah, no getting sown up
When the chrome sparks
You will get lost in the
Wind like an old fart
I've got no heart, so I'll shot dark
Ain't gonna lie, though, fam
I'm on a cro ting
So if you wanna draw, come cold bath
Had a setback, only got a half
But, I've got a move in my
Head that'll rain in the Zs
I will tear off a leg, and if needed
I'll stop a heart (Dead him)