Plan B - End In The Streets lyrics

Who the fuck you think you're tryna test?
This could get mess
Best get your bulletproof vest
Blud, who you think you're tryna push?
Like I'm gonna keep shush
You must think I'm a puss
Come now, who ya tryna be?
Tryna go on like you're heavy
Tryna go on like you're deep
Nah, fuck it, this is beef
It started in the ends and it
Will end in the street

There's a bad boy out on
The street that rolls deep
His best friend is his bucky
That's unlucky for some
Especially when he's always out on
The prowl for fresh meat
Fresh peeps to run up to with his gun
Say "wah gwan my son, what's going on here?"
Who in the hell does that breh
Think he is over there?
Dropping off a choon ting
In his passenger chair
I'll pull him round with his arrogant stare
That can't run, not while I breathe air
And he'll find that out before
We let him leave here, leave here
Come 'round my manor beware, beware
Cause, I'm bound to be
Around there somewhere, somewhere
The shoots loose, and so is troops dudes
With screws loose that'll do
Anything for the loot
Like get a bigger man moved
Or pull the trigger round you, thinking

Who the fuck you think you're tryna test?
This could get mess
Best get your bulletproof vest
Blud, who you think you're tryna push?
Like I'm gonna keep shush
You must think I'm a puss
Come now, who ya tryna be?
Tryna go on like you're heavy
Tryna go on like you're deep
Nah, fuck it, this is beef
It started in the ends and it
Will end in the street

The car window gets smashed and
This man gets bashed for acting flash
Them man are on him like a rash for the cash
Out to take every ting but his gash
When the mash goes off and
His leg makes blood splash
On the dashboard, that's raw
They left him with a smashed jaw
On top of bruking up his
Ride and popping guy, crash course
Dummy's what he's left like
Shadow on his left eye
All because he flexed like he
Could fuck with next guys
Vexed guys that hex guys
If they disrespect guys
If you ever want a man
Browned bred, check guys, set alight
Burn chichy man, get right, get right
Like when the crew get their set tight
These fucking bubbles should've known
That trouble gets hype
On the double, there's a struggle
Then you get life, get life
If you're lucky then the
Buckey don't tek life, tek life
Make you just another dead Trife

Who the fuck you think you're tryna test?
This could get mess
Best get your bulletproof vest
Blud, who you think you're tryna push?
Like I'm gonna keep shush
You must think I'm a puss
Come now, who ya tryna be?
Tryna go on like you're heavy
Tryna go on like you're deep
Nah, fuck it, this is beef
It started in the ends and it
Will end in the street

Time to splurt, desert the crime scene
One's got the man's wallet
The other is time piece
But the white geez, the one with the piece
He almost left it on the street
To get found by police he's slipping blud
He just left a guy dripping, blood
It's lucky that he had his mitts and gloves
Else trust, they'll get him on his prints
And well you know what then
Good job he thought to think
Before he acted, backed it, macked it
Went full-out and jacked it, smacked it
Smashed it left the guy's ride looking
Like someone crashed it
Show the motherfucker what'll happen
If you flash it cause these streets are
Infested with rudeboys, rudeboys
The type that run around and
Crew boys and do boys
Straight up, cut the fuck up and shoot boys
They're tryna act like they're true boys

Who the fuck you think you're tryna test?
This could get mess
Best get your bulletproof vest
Blud, who you think you're tryna push?
Like I'm gonna keep shush
You must think I'm a puss
Come now, who ya tryna be?
Tryna go on like you're heavy
Tryna go on like you're deep
Nah, fuck it, this is beef
It started in the ends and it
Will end in the street