Merked - Ghetto

You silly motherfuckers

You got to be soldiers, alright?

Soldiers

Not clowns, goddamn it, you shut the fuck up

Yeah, yeah

I’m live in the booth right now, 2000 &Life

Ain’t spending more than two bars for these pricks

I’ve never had a 9 to 5, I started crime in 95

When feds came, Ghetto split like Chinese eyes

Ride or die type of guy

Eye for eye, what’s mine is mine

Pops gave me wise advice

Don’t me, son, don’t pipe the white

Listen carefully, I’ve showed you what my life is like

Mummy shouldn’t tear for me

They’re trying to send me Isle of White

Warrant, you ain’t here to see

But I promise you when the time is right

Somebody’s gonna die like Wiley’s hype

It’s what it is

Blame my

I’m from a place where having a flamer is a requirement

Black or white, rich or broke

These niggas wanna attack at night at slit your throat

I’ll clap the nine till it hit your boat

Is this a joke?

I wish it was

I’ll put a gun in your mouth and call you pistol gob

So don’t piss me off

Because I’ll let the pistol off

And make you piss your pants

They call you William, I guess that makes me

I took the title like gimme, gimme, gimme, thanks

My team’s full of bad boys like P. Diddy’s c&

Listen closely, Sidewinder was a one off

Normally, I’d be in the club with the mini shanks

Swarvo, you silly chap

The only bread you’re breaking is hard dough

Check your piggy bank

You couldn’t even flip a half full without getting cl&ed

As for Bashy, fuck it, I’ll let him wank

I’m already ch&

I’m so old school, my memory’s cr&ed

Whoever told you that r&s

Lie, I’ll play in deadly pranks

I ain’t shooting any blanks

I ain’t losing any blood

Where I’m from, niggas get wetted then burred d&

Van Damage, you’re a proven mug

Where you from?

Niggas have said it, you ain’t in any rank

And Flirta D, before you heard of me

I was on the murder scene

Sending niggas like you to wipe my burner clean

Napper, you backstabber

You’re from Hackney but you don’t rep that manor

You’re all over like a back patter

Wait, I know what you thought, it’s not that, Jammer

I’m not one for the talk, I’ll cut that hammer

You see this gun that I bought?

We’ll drop that bladder

Yo Footsie, you fat slapper

You’re only there because they booked D, I’m gone

Nigga try and catch up

You motherfuckers see that?

I’m a motherfucking soldier, you know what I’m saying?