Lyrics
Middle finger to a copper, tell him, "Fuck off"
They question me for shootings asking who I got the gun off
And that was meant to be your boy, I seen him run off
I seen a punter smoking heroin on tunocks
And don't be rapping about no shit you've never done before
And if you're not a rat, then why you running for?
We might of lost a couple battles, but we won the war
Me bro was waving wands like a wizard, not no Dumbledore
And we put six in that spinner, that's that number four
The streets are cold, they said they found his body lying on the floor
Flight mode for them drills, fucking coming calls
And free me brothers in a cell living on the fours
Gang shit still been getting packs over prison walls
Caught another case and got it cracking in the visit hall
But I've gotta keep the faith like I'm Biggie Smalls
And if it wasn't for the rap, then I'd be kicking doors
Do it for them days in a cell that we was living poor
Sweat box trip around the country, bro, I've been on tour
And don't be rapping about no strap if it isn't yours
Fuck the judge, they had me down a block on ten minute calls
Middle finger to a copper, tell him, "Fuck off"
They question me for shootings asking who I got the gun off
And that was meant to be your boy, I seen him run off
I seen a punter smoking heroin on tunocks
Middle finger to a copper, tell him, "Fuck off"
They question me for shootings asking who I got the gun off
And that was meant to be your boy, I seen him run off
I seen a punter smoking heroin on tunocks
I'm from a place if you want beef, we get it popping
Seen him slipping with his bird in the Strand while he was shopping
Major corn for this war, he wants squashing, we ain't stopping
'Til you squeeze and we squeeze, and someone's in the coffin
And free R kid 'cause he got life, he's never coming home
Sixteen times in and out 'til he was touching bones
And free Joley, bust a case for a M
Only out a couple months, done another then went back again
We bang sticks anywhere it is, you know it's on sight
Done it jumping out of stolen whips or we were on bikes
Said he wants smoke, he can't hack it, lad, he's gone white
Caught him chilling on the wrong streets at the wrong night
And touch me brother, I'll be back, lad, don't want flight
And alls you'll be seeing is that barrel and that Ron light
These little rats, they think they're mad until they get smoked
That divvy got caught slipping by this Indian and got his chest poked
Middle finger to a copper, tell him, "Fuck off"
They question me for shootings asking who I got the gun off
And that was meant to be your boy, I seen him run off
I seen a punter smoking heroin on tunocks
Middle finger to a copper, tell him, "Fuck off"
They question me for shootings asking who I got the gun off
And that was meant to be your boy, I seen him run off
I seen a punter smoking heroin on tunocks
(Middle finger to a copper, tell him, "Fuck off")
(And that was meant to be your boy, I seen him run off)
(Middle finger to a copper, tell him, "Fuck off")
(And that was meant to be your boy, I seen him run off)