Armshouse

Lyrics

[Chorus] You don't wanna bring arms-house I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house (it's not worth it) You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth (teeth's gone now) You don't wanna bring arms-house I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house (where your mum sleeps) You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth You don't wanna bring arms-house I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house (it's not worth it) You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth (teeth's gone now) You don't wanna bring arms-house I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house (where your mum sleeps) You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth [Verse 1] .44 lick four shots through your four-door For the four brehs that's inside And the .22 lick two shots at two of you In your two-litre, two-seater The eight mil, the eight mil will split your grill Leaving your chair with two wheels And the MAC-10, with this gat, I don't need no friends I'm gonna save up for one of them .44 lick four shots through your Velour Told ya, you're not raw no more Watch your body drop to the floor You should have known I was sharper than a chainsaw I heard these sly pricks wanna come and bring war You should have known I was waiting at your front door You should have known that my style was too raw You should have known that your neck woulda get bore [Chorus] You don't wanna bring arms-house I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house (it's not worth it) You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth (teeth's gone now) You don't wanna bring arms-house I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house (where your mum sleeps) You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth [Verse 2] Ain't held a gat, never done a jack (never) You're claiming you're a badboy Can't beef or box, I'll knock you out quick and You're claiming you're a badboy Make one little tune and it goes to your head and You're claiming you're a badboy When you walk past me, don't even brush me 'cause I'm gonna show you badboy And I hate them boys that try to beg friend with me Your best friend might be your worst enemy Draw for the MAC-10 or the Uzi That's what you get when you bad mind me What you gonna do when I pull out the gat? We'll see who's the true one, who's the fake one You're gonna run home and tell your mum We've come here for beef, man, not for fun [Chorus] You don't wanna bring arms-house I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house (it's not worth it) You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth (teeth's gone now) You don't wanna bring arms-house I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house (where your mum sleeps) You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth [Verse 3] Let me put a bullet in your brain, I'll leave your shirt stained All I want in this garage game is fame Maybe a chaps, say my name And a Cartier ring so I can't complain At night, to the Lord, I pray Maybe I'll get these things one day Say what? At night, to the Lord, I pray Maybe I'll get these things one day House on the hill, mansion with two cars And I wanna knock boots with the big stars Buff black girls that don't wear bras Who don't mind getting juiced in tinted cars Want a Roley that's all iced-out And it glows when I say lights out It's so blinding, you'll pop your eyes out And getting paper, that's what it's about [Chorus] You don't wanna bring arms-house I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house (it's not worth it) You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth (teeth's gone now) You don't wanna bring arms-house I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house (where your mum sleeps) You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth [Verse 4] Reality, people getting shot over vanity Gunshot wounds leave him dribbling in casualty Man let off shot and they walk away casually War outside and it's getting messy It's reality, people getting shot over vanity Gunshot wound leave him dribbling in casualty Man let off shot and they walk away casually War outside and it's getting messy CCTVs never catch us kinda Gs Driving in the Bentleys Doing robberies, hiding blicks behind trees Get away in Audi A3s 8 o'clock in the morning, while I'm yawning Police sirens, firing Prostitutes on the corner, and this ain't California It's only Stratford, I might as well warn you [Chorus] You don't wanna bring arms-house I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house (it's not worth it) You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth (teeth's gone now) You don't wanna bring arms-house I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house (where your mum sleeps) You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth [Outro] And that's what we call murking