N.A.S.T.Y. Crew, Ghetts, Kano, Hitman Hyper, Armour - War Talk lyrics

Yo yeah, yeah
So it go so then so it go so
Yeah it's a NASTY ting right here now
'Ere suh the biggest BT 'ere suh
'Ere suh listen dis

All me hear is war talk
But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk
So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk
They must be fascinated with the war talk
Bumba all me hear is war talk
But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk
So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk
They must be fascinated with the war talk
Bumba

Hyper, kill a man, draw mash, spill a man
Don't ever drill a man but I lead fill a man
Bang, bang, clap, clap, clap
That's what you get if you run your trap
I'm gonna keep on squeezing
Until you see the back of your head wheezing
I'll make sure that you stop breathing
As a hitman
I need one reason for hunting season
I sometimes roll with a strap on the waist
Pull it out quick
Cock back and flip your face
Don't play golf, but I'm holding a light iron
And the bite on it's like a lion
Flip this, I don't wanna play no more
Mind your mouth 'cause I
Might spray your whore
I'm an evil killer, big boy spiller
Mash up any scene like my name's Godzilla

All me hear is war talk
But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk
So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk
They must be fascinated with the war talk
Bumba all me hear is war talk
But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk
So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk
They must be fascinated with the war talk
Bumba

BT, yo, all I hear is war talk
They don't really want it
They don't want beef, man
They ain't really on it
Every time we see them, Kane and co long it
I've got tings in boots and they
Get buried in the bonnet
It's not a long ting, clap everyday
I'll buss back if you're clapping at K
Or we could swing it out like back in the day
And you're a pussy so it's
Like Jack at the game
What the fuck's a bag full of chains?
I'm nineteen now
You're getting dragged out the range
I'm changed, nowadays road is lanes
And I need dough to floss 'cause gold is lame
And still I don't ask, still I just blast
Still I roll fast, bare face, no mask
Still I've got grams, still I've got ounces
I still flip, don't flip and hit bouncers
Still run up in shops and fly counters
Carry the bat like I love to play rounders
Still drive past in the
Street on the prowlers
And I still get girls wet like showers
Tried to get in but was late by hours
'Cause I was blotting quarters
And not no pounders
Feds ain't found us, we've been crowned as
The kings of this shit
You're not David Bowie

All me hear is war talk
But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk
So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk
They must be fascinated with the war talk
Bumba all me hear is war talk
But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk
So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk
They must be fascinated with the war talk
Bumba

Who get shit popping? Big Timer
Unnu eediat wan' fi fight Big Timer
Who get the badman dem hype? Big Timer
Big Timer, everyting Big Timer
Who get shit popping? The BT
Unnu eediat wan' fi fight the BT
Who get the badman dem hype? The BT
Big BT, everyting big BT
Where dem ah ball? Here dem ah ball
Who dem ah ball for? Big Timer, Hot Water
Grew up around Big Timer, Hot Water
Yes, gangster, Big Timer, Hot Water
Something like gangster
Man are Big Timer, Hot Water
Hold up unnu hand if you ever bun fire
Mek way, Hot bumbaclart Water

All me hear is war talk
But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk
So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk
They must be fascinated with the war talk
Bumba all me hear is war talk
But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk
So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk
They must be fascinated with the war talk
Bumba