Merky ACE - £200 lyrics
[Merky ACE - £200 lyrics]
They say I can't jump on the riddim laidback
So I lick 'em in the
Face with the wickedest track
Man round here move nuts with the lead
You can get your headtop filled with that
Can't break a branch off the Family Tree
You'll get slapped in the head
With a stick by T don't think us man just MC
Still in the trap tryna rake in P
I will violate you if you violate me
It's an eye for an eye, we both won't see
Like say I didn't do postcode greaze
Get slapped up for the name of your street
Let something bang like the name of the beat
My old boy gets prang when
I play with the heat
I'm a loose cannon, let it rain on the street
Fuck five-O, they ain't caging me
And I heard that man wanna take our style
Hear it, then recreate our style
Ever since MIK said "ergh"
Man's been copying us likewhile
Don't jump in if you're not FT
Bare MCs now wanna leave gaps
You never left out the first bar before
So don't do it now, you're a flipping cat
Ergh see, did you just hear that?
I heard couple man try doing it different
But, I clocked on and
They're gonna get slapped
Never ever see me wifing a slag
Stunting in clothes I have to give back
(Oi, ACE, why didn't you finish that bar?)
I didn't have time, I was burying the strap
Ergh i greased it down so it did not rust
All you do is grease down butt
I'll holler at brats for the cake and cust'
Keep thinking you're bad till
Your face gets buss
You can't make your heart hench
I'll stab you in there if
You think you're rough
I'll smack you in the nose
With the stick like cuff oi, listen up, look
When I touch mic, MCs get shook
I read your gang just like a story
I bet you thought I was gonna say book
That's why your place in the game got took
You make me sick, you dirty scroot
Your Air Force Ones
They've come from the market
They're from the leaning tower of boogz
Family Tree, that's a very big hook
Say that bar and fuck up the shoobs
(Oi, fam, what you looking at?)
You're looking at the dan gorgon
But I ain't Doogz i was raised in the hood
Where there's nuttin' but crooks
Chain round where, fam? Would've got took
All of my mandem make bare dough
You could say that I roll with cooks ergh
Man wanna send insults at I
Man wanna direct sends at me
It ain't cool, cuzzy
I'll give man a chiefing
Don't smile up with me and grin teet'
If it's on, then it's on
Buck me in the street
You can get clapped like 'hold some of these'
I'll come down to your booking in Brighton
Splash, you will get thrown in the sea
I will never have it off any MC
I've been raised up round real roadman
In the Blue
That's the home of the muckiest Gs
Blue Battlefield, that's a tough CD
Right now, I'm on a tune made by Splurt D
Anybody wanna come violate me
Get slapped with a stick
From the duttiest tree
I'm just gonna leave it there cuh
I'm not even tryna make anyone quit
'Cause, I'm going in too much
But just listen to what I said, innit
So I lick 'em in the
Face with the wickedest track
Man round here move nuts with the lead
You can get your headtop filled with that
Can't break a branch off the Family Tree
You'll get slapped in the head
With a stick by T don't think us man just MC
Still in the trap tryna rake in P
I will violate you if you violate me
It's an eye for an eye, we both won't see
Like say I didn't do postcode greaze
Get slapped up for the name of your street
Let something bang like the name of the beat
My old boy gets prang when
I play with the heat
I'm a loose cannon, let it rain on the street
Fuck five-O, they ain't caging me
And I heard that man wanna take our style
Hear it, then recreate our style
Ever since MIK said "ergh"
Man's been copying us likewhile
Don't jump in if you're not FT
Bare MCs now wanna leave gaps
You never left out the first bar before
So don't do it now, you're a flipping cat
Ergh see, did you just hear that?
I heard couple man try doing it different
But, I clocked on and
They're gonna get slapped
Never ever see me wifing a slag
Stunting in clothes I have to give back
(Oi, ACE, why didn't you finish that bar?)
I didn't have time, I was burying the strap
Ergh i greased it down so it did not rust
All you do is grease down butt
I'll holler at brats for the cake and cust'
Keep thinking you're bad till
Your face gets buss
You can't make your heart hench
I'll stab you in there if
You think you're rough
I'll smack you in the nose
With the stick like cuff oi, listen up, look
When I touch mic, MCs get shook
I read your gang just like a story
I bet you thought I was gonna say book
That's why your place in the game got took
You make me sick, you dirty scroot
Your Air Force Ones
They've come from the market
They're from the leaning tower of boogz
Family Tree, that's a very big hook
Say that bar and fuck up the shoobs
(Oi, fam, what you looking at?)
You're looking at the dan gorgon
But I ain't Doogz i was raised in the hood
Where there's nuttin' but crooks
Chain round where, fam? Would've got took
All of my mandem make bare dough
You could say that I roll with cooks ergh
Man wanna send insults at I
Man wanna direct sends at me
It ain't cool, cuzzy
I'll give man a chiefing
Don't smile up with me and grin teet'
If it's on, then it's on
Buck me in the street
You can get clapped like 'hold some of these'
I'll come down to your booking in Brighton
Splash, you will get thrown in the sea
I will never have it off any MC
I've been raised up round real roadman
In the Blue
That's the home of the muckiest Gs
Blue Battlefield, that's a tough CD
Right now, I'm on a tune made by Splurt D
Anybody wanna come violate me
Get slapped with a stick
From the duttiest tree
I'm just gonna leave it there cuh
I'm not even tryna make anyone quit
'Cause, I'm going in too much
But just listen to what I said, innit