Black Hawk Down

Lyrics

[Hook] Man better stop talk now Cuh my darg's got the ting from Black Hawk Down Man better stop talk now Cuh my darg's got the ting from Black Hawk Down Man better stop talk now Cuh my darg's got the ting from Black Hawk Down When we say bababa, more than a adlib sound Got the same ting as John Wayne, vet, I'll be putting dargs down [Verse 1] Man better stop talk cah you know it's frying Darg got the ting from Saving Private Ryan And I've got the ting from The Good, The Bad, The Ugly Said they're gonna kill me but these pussies ain't touched me Wild, wild west ting, but it's South East Mad Max, Get Bax, you can call me Clint East I leave my feelings in the house when I step out on the street I'm a bait MC with dreads, so I've gotta be discreet And these fassies turn feds, wanna point their fingers, me? I'll be camping at his gates without a tent or tin of beans Waiting in the bush for five hours, dead by any means Bally on my face, glove, plastic bags upon my feet If I see you anywhere, then you know what it's gon' be Devil on my left, tell angel on my right to go to sleep So I've gotta spray like Mr Muscle or like Mr Sheen Running down these chiefs with ease, call me David Carradine All my haters say I'm cocky, all my exes say I'm mean And my new ting say I beat her right and keep her clean New gyal say my hood is big, heard that one before She don't mean Lewisham's large, she means she can't fit it in her jaw New link said I'm trustworthy cause his ting is raw If he tried to sell me press, he would not think that no more I'm a savage with a sword, top bun Got me looking like a samurai, of course, fuck Inspector Morse [Hook] Man better stop talk now Cuh my darg's got the ting from Black Hawk Down Man better stop talk now Cuh my darg's got the ting from Black Hawk Down Man better stop talk now Cuh my darg's got the ting from Black Hawk Down When we say bababa, more than a adlib sound Got the same ting as John Wayne, vet, I'll be putting dargs down [Verse 2] Darg slap the big ting you see in Three Kings On the high road, stop acting like you do not know these things Spinner on me like Unforgiven and High Noon And it doesn't jam, your brain will be in the air with the moon ZX Flux, I don't step out in no kinky high boots And my hat's a granddad one, but the point is I will shoot Lift your lid, ain't no talking to the CIDs Stand over him and wig, moving like Butch Cass And the Sundance Kid, ah what the bumba rahtid? Man should know what they fucking started Cause the Twitter RTs won't save you when I bark it Tizzy Gang is my team, and that's where my heart is And my skin may be light, but I'm from the darkness Cuh my dad was a G but your dad's an arselick Banana clip in the K, you're an easy target Man say "it can't be in England" then say "ahh shit" When they get their info back from their fucking asking And they say "yeah, it's my man that done the marking" We say charge it to the gate and these pussies charging If they try to pass the bill, put 'em in a casket All that clout up on their name, it was me that done it I put my Ps up on the line, it was me that run it All that clout up on their name, it was me that done it I put my Ps up on the line, it was me that run it, I won [Hook] Man better stop talk now Cuh my darg's got the ting from Black Hawk Down Man better stop talk now Cuh my darg's got the ting from Black Hawk Down Man better stop talk now Cuh my darg's got the ting from Black Hawk Down When we say bababa, more than a adlib sound Got the same ting as John Wayne, vet, I'll be putting dargs down