Ghetto Spirit

Lyrics

I buss one, buss two, buss a hundred I've got bullets in the boot in abundance I buss three, buss four, buss eighty Straining my arm 'cause the strap's so weighty I know that's a Ghetto's lyric But right now, I'm possessed by Ghetto's spirit, so You don't wanna see me in a fist-fight I'll get the [?] knife, stab man six times I ain't ramping, strap in my boxers Ball-in-sock ya, bottle man, vodka Send man doctors Bodyguard won't save ya, not even Kev Costner So, what's happening? What's good, bruv? What's crackling? I'm at the scene 'cause Black bagging him, still tryna strap bars MCs sending get a slapped arse Got a sword like Ned Stark Do a D trip fast like Nascar It's not hard, you're not that hard, so Don't act like you don't see me around I'll be rolling on ends on my own I'm only going up north for the week To rep grime on Mikee's show Switch It's Grim, I be getting the girls to undress If you've got big butt, big breast And if you come correct You can get the hundred bag press It's Grim, I be getting the girls to undress If you've got big butt, big breast And if you come correct You can get the hundred bag press I've got an open mind like an MC counsellor Multiply when I roll on guys With the sharpest iron like "show me the fassy' Hammer pain in your back like a broken spine Like aim and attack, I'm a militant lad Had the game for a while, I'm a golden child Tuesday March 31st I was born a natural star A militant man with a brilliant plan Don't @, then run away Man, that's a good email scam And only good [?] 'Cause I'll fucking pull off a million, fam 'Cause I'm back from the mountain again Gonna start spraying like a fountain again I've got a mixtape, got an album again No swag [?] outfit again My strap works like my gat works Load it up, I'll spit real fire words Who's that? Grim, yeah, I murked I'm not ashamed that I come from the curb My strap works like my gat works Load it up, I'll spit real fire words Who's that? Grim, yeah, I murked I'm not ashamed that I come from the curb Dead him on sight He ain't got a career so I guess he wants mine I ain't shotting no draws on the block Do I look like some washed up guy? You could be as hench as Hulk Hogan Souls will still be up in the sky Anyone in the scene can get it They all scream like [?] on the mic It's Grim S-I-C-K None of you MCs are ready I would've jacked your telly When I didn't even have one penny It's Grim S-I-C-K None of you MCs are ready I would've jacked your telly When I didn't even have one penny Sickers