Roll Deep

How many ghosts Turn you to smoke How many bros can Turn you to smoke Wey they don't know yeah Waiting on home yeah Its Like… Say who got next say who got step Heard you got time Please tell me how many minutes you get Pop that corn leave it in his vest then leave in a breathe Couldn’t decide how I was to book it If it was cupid if you just stupid or are you dumb Vrrr skrrr type it deya Ooh duhh lightning curve Fighting words don’t do no harm And harmful words shouldn’t do your fighting But it’s cool and it’s calm I factored ya’ll into plans You watching me for a hand out I watch it get outta hand When I see signs and symbols it’s always a greater dan That’s a tall ass fan If she ain’t gat no plans I’ma wrap up and leave with her That’s a tally ban How do you plead from the stands How you find you defendant Make your case quick cos ima family man Take your pick quick cos I got so many plans And that goes for so many stans Wo How many ghosts can turn you to smoke How many bros can turn you to ghosts How many bros can Wey they don't know yeah Waiting on home yeah I roll deep on beats put the fear in your Emcees yes I roll deep on beats put the Em in your Emcees Yes I roll deep on beats put the M in your Emcees Yes I roll deep on beats put the M in your Emcees Yes How many times have we heard that your mandem did it But, we found out that the shit’s just lyrics The real don’t chat, said the man just drill it I touch that beat, bet you know I’ll kill it Your gees got touched, now your mandem fidget They can’t come close, cos the man stay widdit We spun that block, paid an old school visit We ain’t got time for your mandem gimmicks I Roll deep on beats Put the fear in your MCs I’m a real hot boy, that’s a 100 degrees And I’m way too cold They ain’t touching my steez Got my blasian ting, yeah she speak guapanese We be stacking the cash, yeah we stashing the ps No love in the ends, don’t f*ck with my Gs I’m not the guy you’ll be wanting to beef say who got next say who brung neck say who brought shank say who got shivved I’m just sat here sitting with shells Sitting with shells sounds of machete gon cut you up dead cut you up dead my town got delivery part of me pretty but say who needs werk we heard that you dropped.. buh nothing got felt come around these funerals that one time for enemies death take a pound off enemies flesh right down grave where enemies slept swear you ain’t seen anything yet sounds of the dizzy ones enemies break don’t ask me how I did it bullet to the brain in the name of spitting fine fine lyrics ask how I live it you don’t know the game if you think that I sit down to write my lyrics me I type my lyrics This time around me I’m right round bridges Live too damn near where they did it You dun wanna draw me out call me out if you do just go on and hide my digits How many ghosts can Turn you to smoke How many bros can Turn into ghosts How many bros can Wey they don't know yeah Waiting on home yeah I roll deep on beats put the fear in your Emcees yes I roll deep on beats put the em in your Emcees Yes I roll deep on beats put the m in your Emcees Yes I roll deep on beats Brrr bapbap northside dededede I roll deep on beats put the fear in your EMcees yes I roll deep on these put the m in your EMcees yes I roll deep on beats put the fear in your MPs yes I roll deep on these put the m in your EMcees yes