Songtext War mode Bugzy Malone

War mode

Yo, Bugzy Malone, twenty-one, downa

I'm going in to war mode and that means I’ll do what the fuck I wanna (Yeah)
And I'm handsome, I don't give a fuck who it belongs to (Yeah)
Trackstar, you wanna see the lizzy that’ll run through
I'm a rapstar now, but I'm a [?]
Not a drilla boy, I've left mine open, leakin'
Terrorist the way I [?] appearence, screamin'
Brandishin' my flicky and the shrubs, steamin'
When I snap I see red like I’m possessed by a demon
Always been a nigga that can dress clean
Rubbin’ everyday, I [?] finesse, weed
Never knew when I was in my next dream
[?] nightmares had a nigga stressed, now they're telling me I’m blessed
Boy you're listening to a next thief
Loyal for my killies, I will sweat, bleed
Don't cry for me if it's death, cry for me if I lose the world [?] and go get peace
Never that (Never)
I’m in the Lamborghini with the roof off and [?]
Victory lap, pagin' me back
Tonight's in the trap
Watchin' my older puttin' nasty in a rap
[?] see cus' if they bestin', flushin'
Add the bacon soda, let the boy, don't wash it
It's classy, you need the balaclava
And if you see feds, hit the fence and you could [?]
It's a caution and gets filthy when you gettin' dirty money fucking with these hoodrats
You servin' scumbags, you better pray you run fast (Ah)
Killing means you do time, you'll never get back
So it's fun and games until' you're in a cage
Nobody tells you that jails full of regrets (Nah)
I'm on the phone telling him I want the raw gold bricks and [?]
Your loyalty [?] you think niggas are real
Til' they start sending dick pictures over to your ex
And your old as a certified til' you hit the block years later in a C-class Mercedes and you're mortified
The same nigga that [?] to [?]
Told you to bag it up, lookin' like a [?]
Independence means you gotta be smart (Huh)
These rappers are following the leader
I cap the new Louie when it's just in like Bieber (Huh)
And all the petty tanks, six litres
Before Cali-weed we had haze (Hey)
Ownership is how we get paid
I'm looking at mansions, know you niggas don't play
Got the staty made in Italy like it's a bolognes, what's this, look
I'm about to sell out the arena in my city
I'm like the pipe, hypin' away, did they they walk with me
And they'll listen to a word, they [?]
[?] is the castle, nobody fucks with me
In the streets, [?] like City in United's garden
Traffic jams and everything, I don't care, adrenaline
I just get competitive, everyone's repetitive
[?] and broke niggas, [?]
[?] half dead already, like the [?] in [?]
It's a [?], now it's givin' man a heart attack
How 'bout the sharp position, five years in a row, back to back
So if legends live forever then I guess I'm Peter Pan
I resurrected on em' like the black Jesus
Come down from the cross and landed on my feat
[?], I used to spend a winter short enough, boxes from a blenda'
Now the fall stars November and we're finishing December
I've got the Scottish and Irish, callin' upon [?] like they pirates
Lions and tigers, I came up with riders
Any disrespect will decorate your front door with the bottom of our Nikes
You're listening to a [?], I'm british and I'm proud
Always give my blood, sweat and tears to the crown
God the save the queen, cus' she's the head of state
I went bangin' on my adversaries with an empty plate
And I've sold my soul before, [?] with the [?] (Hey)
Pray to the gods for better days (Hey)
Only do it if it gets you paid
Manchester to the death of me, home of the brave
This is that great british shit cus' I was born here
Learned to kick a ball here
I remember Paul Gascoigne with three lions on his shirt
Lay on the floor with his arms in the air
Just celebrating the victory of warfare
Greatness running through my veins
On these cold english streets is where I learned to play the game
I learned to break a key [?], thirty-six, twenty-eight
And I'm decapitating rappers like I'm fucking Henry VIII
Bugzy Malone, twenty-one, [?]