Goonz - Marger, Scrufizzer, No Lay

'Ey you man

Come

I know some goonz I will boss

Know a lot of goonz that’ll ride

Any man who thinks they could violate a boss

I will leave them barely alive

A lot of my goonz that did trap

Never got a lot of goonz how to do grime (?)

A lot of nextman trying to jump in the way

That’s a lot of nextman getting high

A few of my goonz that go uni

A lot of my goonz that do grime

A lot of my goonz that beat slags

But have never been more in love with their wife

Know some goonz with no heart

Never ever leave my side

Unless they roll outside of ya house

Getting busy with the new .45

I don’t wanna get more high

I don’t wanna see more mumsies cry

I don’t wanna see her look to the sky

When deep down she knows her son did fright

Look I can’t lie

Not a good life but still I’m on the grime

Still I got a lot of cats calling my line

Still kill a man don’t walk with a shine

Cause I’m here becoming a victim of crime, a victim of grime

Thought it was thoughts in my head when I rhyme

And I showed respect when I talk on the mic

Dem man know when I talk on the hype it’s real

I just talk about life

Talk about death, talk about light

Talk about dark, boast about fights

You might say the level of the marsh

Rapping is still unprepared in the carp

Cause there’s a real

Bark

Zombie

Better with a weapon in the dug

The rows getting cold everybody keeps telling me

Man are trying to threaten me

Chatting about weaponry

Let it squeeze

These enemies aren’t getting me

We can erase anything

Bredah I take any Ps

Living in the jungle like Professor Green

On a dance get licked

Before you did hennessy on the weekend

There were get waves to get to the match floor

Money and Drinks

Rave in the flats

Pour henny

The fellas who died

I’ll buck you in heaven alright

Can’t wait 'till he lands row

But right now imma stag though

I’m a goonnette ruthless vet

I’m walking coughing

While I lose my head

Marker

There’s always a circle of drama

She can be hard

But trust I go harder

I might stay underground

I don’t think I’m a chart

I’m a gooz got a big dirty rasclat burner

Money earner

I got a mind like Turner

Cause money’s got nothing to do with it

It’s ludicrous politics

I stick it on a chick living on the edge

Like my horns on the side of a cliff

I’m piff as God as my witness

My goonz

Everyone’s a gangsta in grime and hip-hop

A lot of fellas lost to think they’re Rick Ross

Talk a lot of gas and make the block hot