Ninja 3Style

Lyrics

I am the Headtop Turner, peng cro burner Shooter like Berba, legend like Flirta Merky, I'm original like Werther ACE, yes, I'm a first-time server Always in beef like burger Old school like Firmer, house and flat searcher Don't get it twisted 'cause I look sweet I will done with the .45 and cause murder I will done with the .45 and cause murder Got big guns you ain't seen or heard of Don't come near me, 'cause I might hurt ya You man are snitches, pointing like cursor I'll wheel the ting like DJ murker Come here hyping to me? Don't get it twisted, fam, I will burst ya I will turn this place into Gaza Hold it down, blood, I'm the master Before your body drops just like pastor No, you won't need a plaster Get clapped in your dome, no getting up after Boom, aim for the head like master Clap, leave your son with no father Harder Merky's already done left man parred up Left in a wheelchair, curl up, scar up Ergh, that's the sound of the farda Ergh, can you say that, bruv? Nada You weren't there when Prank took Tara ACE got two eagles like Lara And I keep them lowkey like Zara Ergh, ergh, ergh, ergh No long ting, dun your dance like parents I can't jam it once but I ain't got patience Hype talk? You better stop like stations Ergh, now you're an NHS patient Pick up a half of the stone like Leyton Then cop a big boy stick, it's blatant I'm coming to your ward and your life's getting taken Boom Shotgun shell leave your face all open Headtop left all cracked and smoking Headtop Turner, I weren't joking Ergh, get my two hands and choke him Ergh, get my sharp shank and poke him And don't ever think Merky ACE is washed Or you might end up in a river floating I don't think you're on that I've got metal arms nuttin' like [?] Kombat Move in the dark like a wombat Young Shadez is fucked in the brain If you fuck with the team, we'll push your whole head back Don't ever think Merky ACE is washed I can't count how many times I've said that Niggas move blind like say they're a cave bat Keep doubting my face and age I'll leave your whole head splat You don't hold straps, can't firm kick back Till you get kicked back, so it's best you kick back Run up in your girl's flat [?] chick slapped, pay a fee and he'll dig that Uncle [?] hooked up his neph with a big strap No doubt Merky will burst that If it's war, like CO, I'll hearse that Clap him hard, that way he can't burst back Wrap him fast, rudeboy, we knee clap Take that baseball bat where his knees at Take that SMG where his mum's at Take that pump-action where his boys at That way, no pussyhole can shoot back Where's the loot at? And I don't wanna see no yellow newspaper Can't stay, soon I'll be gone like later Hear sirens and I'll turn vacator Yes, I graft merky, real name's Aisa I'll take your wife but I ain't no dater Only time I wore a suit When Grandma [?] died, I'll see you soon Rest in peace, I'll join you later Didn't go prom, no, I ain't no dancer Give me the chance and I'll be the chancer Ask me a question, you'll get shot down You could say that's a physical answer Yeah, TK's on that You ain't Ja Rule, you can't clap back Like I said at the start of the bar You best kick back, 'llow the shit chat We need some more guns in here Where's the clips at? Ego's supplying the heat like a thermostat Tek off his thermos hat, make that line go flat Hold it down, don't talk cowpat E-G-O is wild with the strap He'll take your food but he ain't no cat