Talk Of Da Ghetto Wiley (Ft. Caramel Brownie)

[Verse 1: Wiley & Caramel Brownie]
Ay, ay, don’t disrespect wicked man
I’m like jam, roll with the baddest man in my area
Stay off the road and we won’t get near to ya
E3 through to E2 that’s my area
Any girls come ‘cause I ain’t scared of ya
Wary before, now your gonna be warier
We’re too big, can't be compared to ya
I know you think we can't handle it
Keep watchin’ it will all be clear of ya
I know you think we can’t handle it
You gotta stop raising your hand a bit
We ain't havin’ it, I’m the baddest chick
And I'll slapped you down
We ain't havin’ it, equal opportunity comes
Then we’re grabbing it
Papers, papers, yeah I’ve had a bit
In east, we ain’t inferior
We roam your ends, yep, we’re quite near to ya
I’m like a soldier from Liberia
Keep on talkin’, we ain't hearin’ ya
Don't give a damn if your fans are cheering ya
It seems like pressure’s peer to ya
Going through peer pressure, yeah, I’m hearin’ ya
Life’s not a joke in the London area
It's all lonely, I roll on my own see
On the roadside nobody cares for ya
Status is rising, I told them, but they're not realising
Let's get the pies in, Eskiboy's ridin’
Bait not hiding, if I see my enemies, then we’ll be colliding
Beef ain't nuttin’ at all, it's just timing
So I will just carry on rhyming
Until the day I gotta stick the knife in
Backstabber in the night ting, Wooly's conniving