Pepper Pot

Lyrics

[Verse] A lot of hoods wanna back their peeps We back ours like we're backing Jeeps You dun know that we're stacking heaps When it's on top we're packing heats You don't wanna be alone on the strip When man might run up with the chrome to your whip Empty it all in your dome and your hip Leave you slumped on the floor, no chip Bodybag and toe tag your whole fam Tings that we buss, you know they don't jam All you're gonna hear is (bam ba-bam bam!) Man ah still point the left and right hand Double H, I rep the hood hard Man was on tag, locked down in the yard Everyone knows I'm a soldier, I told ya When I'm back on road, look over your shoulder You're not from my manor Where man might run up on you with the hammer Could be Barking [?] Black stars with an all-black bandana Your mandem are Hollywood guys My mandem don't need a disguise If we show you our face at the time It means that mandem will probably die Alie? So you better not try 'Cah man will run up on his whip with the [?] Letting it off all in your face and thighs Same place you stand is the place you'll die (Yeah!) Leng a man down Bare hot lead will bend a man down Dem man don't know my men around town Big up my don like J to the Brown, yo 32 in the clip Lift, aim, spray, hit I'll leave all of your mandem lit Head, neck, chest split I've got power, mandem are shower We can spray up anywhere for an hour Close or long-range, anything goes Burst man's head all over his clothes Hundred man deep when I roll with the bros Bring them all out? Nobody knows Man are like rah when I kumbaya With the AK, lick a man down from far AK liff a man out of the car Or run up and lick a man down with the star You might see me on road on my Jones Don't watch that, I'm good in all zones North, south, east and west of the border I know goons that can mess with your aura You might see us running a man down Pulling out sticks, gunning a man down Bare heat, sunning a man down Smoking peeps, bunning a man down When there's drama, roll with the llama Black and powerful like Obama And if opportunity knocks The big ting will lick a man out of his socks And if I draw for the sawn-off Baow! Head get torn off Baow! Face get torn off Baow! That's with the sawn-off And if I draw for the sawn-off Baow! Head get torn off I don't push weights no more All I push is the Magnum .44 Have you ever felt one of those at your jaw? Then let me cock it back 'cause you won't be seen anymore From point-blank range I'll pepper your boat Wipe out everything above your throat Leave you tinted with your wig split Body in seizure, having a fit Flick that, are you ready for what I'm on? I'm a lyrical veteran, yes, I'm a grime don I be going hard on every riddim I ride on Like a buff chick [?] ready to climb on I don't care if you roll one man up Two man up, three man up, I'll bad up Each and every one of dem man will get grab up [?] you might get kebab up When you hear my delivery, I'll leave a next man shivery Cause bare panic and misery Man that thought they were bad turned fidgety- That's all you're getting