Yo (Manchester home of the brave)
Bugzy Malone (0161)
You know (Manny on the map, Manny on the map), Watch this
I was living in shadows; nobody would listen, nobody would check my tracks
Now i'm going on rago', putting Manny on the map and I still make money in the trap
And i'm on a next level
They can't play this game, them man better feel my pain
Cause you looking at a rebel
I got expelled from school and i'm still acting a damn fool
Now i'm a criminal
I make money on the road, money in the hot, money in the cold
And I used to pedal in the blistering cold
Now the struggle is a myth to me bro
They sent to jail
I just put on a size, got out and took what's mine
I turn into the Devil
I just lose my mind, make man turn legally blind
You better be careful causing i'm going on sick; all you hear is a bang and a click
That's if it jams, man starts going on [?] and start gun-butting-up man
I'm like Robin De Niro in Goodfellas
I make bare man get jealous
Them man can't fuck with us, I hit man 8x times in a seconds like I was an octopus
I just settle, i've come to climb to the top, I don't care if the roads get hot
I 'm wearing a stolen watch cause I lost mine when I hit man with a big left hook
Trust me (whip sound effect), get over here (Whoopie)
When will it stop?
I am the wickedest ting since 2Pac; I just pray I don't get hit by the cops
I used to sit and watch Top Of The Pops, till about 6 and then i'll sneak out
And when my mum would pull off that duvet and see bare pillows she'd freak out
But i'll be about on a BMX
2005 On a moongoose flex
Holding a knife, already vex'
You might as well go buy a stab proof vest
Bugzy Malone (0161)
You know (Manny on the map, Manny on the map), Watch this
I was living in shadows; nobody would listen, nobody would check my tracks
Now i'm going on rago', putting Manny on the map and I still make money in the trap
And i'm on a next level
They can't play this game, them man better feel my pain
Cause you looking at a rebel
I got expelled from school and i'm still acting a damn fool
Now i'm a criminal
I make money on the road, money in the hot, money in the cold
And I used to pedal in the blistering cold
Now the struggle is a myth to me bro
They sent to jail
I just put on a size, got out and took what's mine
I turn into the Devil
I just lose my mind, make man turn legally blind
You better be careful causing i'm going on sick; all you hear is a bang and a click
That's if it jams, man starts going on [?] and start gun-butting-up man
I'm like Robin De Niro in Goodfellas
I make bare man get jealous
Them man can't fuck with us, I hit man 8x times in a seconds like I was an octopus
I just settle, i've come to climb to the top, I don't care if the roads get hot
I 'm wearing a stolen watch cause I lost mine when I hit man with a big left hook
Trust me (whip sound effect), get over here (Whoopie)
When will it stop?
I am the wickedest ting since 2Pac; I just pray I don't get hit by the cops
I used to sit and watch Top Of The Pops, till about 6 and then i'll sneak out
And when my mum would pull off that duvet and see bare pillows she'd freak out
But i'll be about on a BMX
2005 On a moongoose flex
Holding a knife, already vex'
You might as well go buy a stab proof vest
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