Plan B - Who Needs Actions When You Got Words lyrics

When trouble comes knockin' I'll be ready
Alright put my fists up, ready to fight
But, I ain't got to put
My fists up every time
Who needs actions when you got
You got words? And I ain't gotta pull the
Heat like here we go
I ain't gotta lose my head like years ago

Who needs actions when you got words?
I ain't afraid to get physical
It's just that I hit harder when
I spit on a verse cause, I'm a sick spitter
Spit so sick that it hurts
So sick at spitting I can
Even spit in reverse, still
You can step up to my face if
That's the way that you feel throw a punch
I'll throw one back an show you one for real
Lost a lot of so-called mates since
I signed this record deal
One more wanker bringing hate won't
Matter now I'm paying bills
No staying still, waiting for a giro
Feeling so frustrated I could stab someone
In the eye with a biro
Having to drive slow every time
I see the five-O
Cause there's a nine bar of skunk
In my trunk and it's live-O
Used to shot the high grade peng so I'm
Used to cats that beg for scraps
And cat crack that don't make sense
Kai was true due even when
You go to great lengths
I see through you like glass and fake friends


Sticks and stones break bones but what
I say'll hurt you worse
Leave you feeling dead and buried like
You're six feet under earth
And if actions speaker louder than words
How comes I hear you hating but
I never see you burst? You just vex
Cause you just wish you were where I am
You can't make people feel your
Set like I can
Pick up a mic and set the crowd alight, man
Shine so fucking brightly they think it's
Day when it's night man that's right, man
You can't deny I've got talent
It's jealousy
You only hating cause you haven't
The more I blow
The more you hate me with a passion
Now the press are on my dick
And people follow me like fashion
Well, I don't believe the hype
Well that's all it is and nothing else
But, I don't need the hype the
Words I write will sell themselves
Cause the words I write are from the heart
That's why they're felt
And you'll be eating yours
And mine are flying off the shelf

I'd rather murk mans lyrically
Spray them with the spit from my tongue
Than going on a killing spree and
Living life on the run
Even if sometimes I do feel
Like getting a gun
And running up on everyone who
Hated me from day one
But what's the point in that? It's
Ironic where the point be at
Hate is from the heart
Still the head is where I point the gat
Imagine how your face looks as I cock it back
Pull the trigger
Imagine how your face looks after that
But it ain't worth it, bro, hey yo
I ain't thick even though I hear and seen so
Much that makes me sick
Come across so many fools don't
Make me wanna switch
I won't ruin my career just
Because you said some shit
I'll dead you quick
On the mics if you keep on beefing
Think you're getting to me
Nah blood you ain't even
I'm-a leave it, so I maintain a cool balance
And you mean nothing to me like Paul Ballance


You got, you got, you got, you, you got
You got, you got, you got
Who needs actions when you got
You got words?
You got, you got, you got, you, you got
You got, you got, you got
Who needs actions when you got words?