Shockers, Joe Black, Ghetts - Bally On lyrics

Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]

[Shockers, Joe Black, Ghetts - Bally On lyrics]

I remember when I came home
'03, early September tag on my ankle
Trying to see life from my own upper angle
When at first the mandem won't understand you
Everybody's saying I ain't on it any more
My nigga caught a body in the war
Twenty five
Before we reached twenty five there
Was twenty five of us
At the 25 bus standing ring
Twenty five like the
Got rich now I'm back to broke
I put it on my life I'ma be wealthy again
You know get the one with your girl big a ten
And niggas only run when they fail to defend
Little nigga leave the irk
You ain't gonna see no world in the ends
I know niggas doing spells in the pen
But can't spell with a pen
God bless no man can curse
So I guess no witch can put
A spell on me then
Real recognise real but a real nigga
Can always smell the pretense

Carry on I swear to God I'll put my bally on
Ride on the men horses them stallions
You getting money fuck the Babylon
Bitch, carry on nigga, carry on
I swear to God I'll put my bally on
Ride on the men horses them stallions
You getting money fuck the Babylon
Bitch, carry on nigga, carry on

Oi Ghetts, rappin' or trappin'
Niggas in my hood telling me they stackin'
I'm stackin', I'm stackin'
Get money no lackin'
Snub knows when I'm clappin'
Grub goes I get back in
We run the roads with no baton
Niggas wanna hate me change the pattern
Fuck it, carry on
Bitch is in my zone, I wanna go home
She's telling me carry on
Oi Shocks what happened
Heard you got burnt near
Your heart like Gaviscon i'm wrapped up
When a put magic on get cream, no Savlon

I've been watching these rapping dons
Tell 'em carry on
You already know what Blacks is on
Tell boy I'll put all these trappers on
And when I fling that tracky on
I grind hard all day till the raps are gone
And when I fling that bally on
Make your boy disappear like I'm
Wavin' a magic wand
Tell 'em carry on, carry on
Your line couldn't pay my phone bill
I'm a gunner
I supply the front line I'm Ozil
I'm on a come up
But the feds don't want me to prosper
They won't stop till they see
A nigga locked up
But I'm one step ahead of them coppers
I'm on the east side I link Shockers
Some real rap for them mobsters
Check the logo on the snapback
Twenty two for them boxes
I ain't worried 'bout nothing I'm doing me
I don't care how hard your block is
I don't care about your Louis belt
I don't care how big your watch is
'Cos when I fling that bally on
I'ma heat up your chest
Better send for the Gaviscon
You already know what Blacks is on
Only real rap in my catalogue
G shit you all know the sound
Real nigga I hold it down
UGK I hold the crown
Snakes in the grass so I mow it down

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