Lyrics
Ayo world is back -
Here to make ya fall,,,
ya crib.. ya wife.. ur kids, i'mma take it all,,
trace ya call , yea..ur numbers up
go .Face-a-wall playa.. cos u's an ugly fuck
and i ain't lookin for gold, but i'm raidin-ya-chest
ya jus an RIP off ILL chris, and ive taken his best.
how the fuck r u raisin-ya-rep
cos when u on mic, it's hands up, thumbs down
so kid, start saving-ya-breath
but don't get heated yo..i'll blow your flame
3 weeks on RM, how u expect us to, KNOW your name
i'll take this, whethher i'm on beat or out of tune..
and sun stay hidng like he scared of the moon
silly, bring ur face here, let me slap it
now be grateful, ur names mentioned in the same bracket -
u can't hack it,.. ur no-star son...
ur like kids toys, cos there's never no-harm-done
It was over, at bar-one, u see the picture?
now shake my hand, git wha it feels like to be a winner
Now..make some room, lemme swing this cat..
u sold soul to the devil, and u can't win this back
God gave up on u, so no need to pray son
you aint even worth the dirt, you was raised on
and u prolly won't show .say u hurt ur back
Tho, i'll shove ur head up ya ass too Find your perfect match
But fucka illy, u needa new name-yo
try finding-others..
or jump over rainbows
to pass me with flying colours - still won't win..
your like kids with acne, embrassed of ur own skin
stay in line, don't be pushy or
i'll have u head over heels and expose, u pussie ,,
without question,, it's blatent ya bitch..
i'm takin this quick,
you've so many weak spots i'm still debatin on takin ma pick
