[Chorus: Saskilla] Fam, I don't wanna hear them man Fam, my sets the realist gang Fam, coming of a ten year ban Fam, them man ain't riding like man Fam, can't chat shit to me, man Mana seen mills, seen grands Fam, and mana real big mic man Fam, always hot pon microphone stand
[Chorus: Saskilla] Fam, I don't wanna hear them man Fam, my sets the realist gang Fam, coming of a ten year ban Fam, them man ain't riding like man Fam, can't chat shit to me, man Mana seen mills, seen grands Fam, and mana real big mic man Fam, always hot pon microphone stand
[Verse 1: Saskilla] Look, I ain't feeling man That's why the DJ ain't wheeling man He came on the mic with a whole lotta gas Now he's bruk down, someone get a petrol can They way that his boys were singing along to his bars You would think they were breeding man I don't give a shit how man gorillaz you bring from the zoo King Kong, you ain't beating man Nah, nah, I ain't feeling don No one in the rave ain't screaming, don You was on the mic, had the time of your life But no one in the dancefloor's moving, don Shaking ya bum, moving wrong Talking shit but all that's long You live wit ya parents, you never paid council tax Listen up, bredrin, are you dumb?
[Chorus: Saskilla] Fam, I don't wanna hear them man Fam, my sets the realist gang Fam, coming of a ten year ban Fam, them man ain't riding like man Fam, can't chat shit to me, man Mana seen mills, seen grands Fam, and mana real big mic man Fam, always hot pon microphone stand
[Verse 2: Tre Mission] You're gonna die now Duck when I aim for your eyebrows Ain't gonna hear no shots in the air Just (gun shot sounds), that's five rounds I'm the epitome of master race I give a fuck if I'm black and my eyes brown And these lil niggas trying to walk in my shoes Fix up, my yout, get a size down Give me the mic back Nigga jumped me, I come right back I was out here, that's frontline Ya nigga let you get juck, you should write that, you ain't like that I put the mic back down and I'm picking up a handgun Eyyy, bet that you thought I never had one I was wit TK, he was on a mad one These niggas spit about the war, never had one
[Chorus: Saskilla] Fam, I don't wanna hear them man Fam, my sets the realist gang Fam, coming of a ten year ban Fam, them man ain't riding like man Fam, can't chat shit to me, man Mana seen mills, seen grands Fam, and mana real big mic man Fam, always hot pon microphone stand
[Verse 3: Wiley] I'm an MC Run the game like a was an MD At 22, I used to want an MG At 28, then I got a Bentley I seen it all, that's why I don't wanna rival If you do a lot, the fans give you the title Your job's to keep it No way gonna see all these seeds And know there's a reward and not try to reap it I moved on whenever I complete it Got a good formula so I repeat it Don't be silly, remain what you were here for What you think I work the whole of the year for? All of my dons been killing it Some talk beef in burgers, they're grilling it So what? We ain't gotta worry Cause when it comes down to life, we're living it like
[Chorus: Saskilla] Fam, I don't wanna hear them man Fam, my sets the realist gang Fam, coming of a ten year ban Fam, them man ain't riding like man Fam, can't chat shit to me, man Mana seen mills, seen grands Fam, and mana real big mic man Fam, always hot pon microphone standTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
