hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, cos there's people like me outside your door
hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, cos there's people like me outside your door,

step in the ring, blaze cats, slay bait twats
make that train, wait back, spread a (name fast?) 
spitting out all kind of rhyme with the way that,
make any rapper wanna stop with the late chat,
nobody knows a [bad word] looking to bring by.
you couldn't even rock a toe with a play back,
foreign beggar fam' [bad word] as I take that,
rap montana, write my name by the train tracks 

Kit Kat rappers get bucked & [bad word] slapped,
cut, black eye, some wanna play flip-flap?
sit back up, chit chatter, where da check at?
Charge next man £10 for a Tic Tac
spit down lyric quick fast when they say cash
ship-wrecked rappers get bucked with a big bat
Kill any mini-man [bad word] with a [bad word] gat.
spill a man's guts with the face of a pick-axe [bad word] on a bit gotta get a (lick sharp?)
quick fix, [bad word]  then did a bit of crack rock
red-hot rapper, [bad word] nock about his spit right
lock up any amatuer that [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] dub dub get dumped in the [bad word] armed with a mic and a big bag of punk
.. [bad word] a muck and then [bad word] make a hall stand up, [bad word] 'em up and to the back to the front
from my earliest pillaging and scheming with mad men.
bad men form all the way here and to Camden
challenging anyone who spit on a track
I never saw talkin' [bad word] and get ready to lamp him
Big bad rappers get slapped off in tandems
acting like dons (but there hopeless at rappin'?)
jump up in the back of the car like he was strapped in 
None of us panic, here [bad word] with my fat pen

hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, cos there's people like me outside your door
hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, cos there's people like me outside your door,

blud, i aint trying to prove nothing, move something,
too many man are left dead for nothing, get battered up, whacked up, spurred for nothing,
beat down, hurt, or left murked for nothing blaaad
but thats just how tings were gwannin
when a man said hes a bad man from mooooorrrrrning
now wait till Sunday morning, his family's in church, dressed in black; mourning.
nobody had a chance to warn him coz he had just been
on stage performing and certain girls had just started to swarm him
and after that just sounds quite alarming
one brother said your a chief and yes you can 
tell that im looking beef coz i live around all the depression
on the streets.................my main stress relief
Bust one, and in your belly.
Bust one, and in your teeth.
and heap on anyone im looking to eat, coz any idiot could have drawn the
gun back, lick out the barrel and make the gun clap,
me i just step at the mike and [bad word] checks
give them the eye and I shall return in [bad word] Mr Vulga asked me to guest track
instead of me telling the man dem to get flat
the manor that I'm living in, yes i rep that
anything in life yes i get that, disrespect me, 
get disrespect back, are you really from the ends blad? forget that
are you really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, from the ends blad? forget that
are you really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, from the ends blad? forget that

hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, cos there's people like me outside your door
hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, cos there's people like me outside your door,
hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, cos there's people like me outside your door
hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, cos there's people like me outside your door,