Yeah
Big H, major
Naturally gully
Out there
You man ain’t out there
Yo, Street Crime
I’m out there, way out there
You ain’t out there, we ain’t scared
We regulate, H soon buss case
Got straps on the waist like we don’t care
Can’t test H, nah he’s international
Send out the zombies, invade the capital
Pull out the .45, get mathematical
Street Crime UK, instant classical
Hold tight the people, big up the massive
Rest in peace, that’s ashes and ashes
Won’t see me with machete and acid
AK rifle, that fire rapid
Hold tight the MCs locked in the pen
Them kind of man that roll with the skeng
Them kind of man that you won’t see again
Nobody showed them how it’s gunna end
Can’t see me? You need glasses
Bredrin mind how you talk to the artist
I’m so hot, had to cool in the Artic
You’re a fool, get a stall in the market
I’m out there, way out there
You ain’t out there, we ain’t scared
We regulate, H soon buss case
Got straps on the waist like we don’t care
I’m out there, way out there
You ain’t out there, them man are scared
On a A-10 with 21 with a class A drugs that’s known to the feds
Banging out food, break down Zds
Them, that’s invest
In lane three, manna get left
Bars ain’t clean but I still get cheques
Go to the back, to the help desk
Pricks needs help cause they’re so helpless
They don’t like me? Best wear vests
Can’t come through, put man on the tec
Burn your crew, no man with a Mash by bed, sick in the head
So don’t ever think I’m chicken
I’m out there, way out there
You ain’t out there, we ain’t scared
We regulate, H soon buss case
Got straps on the waist like we don’t care
You man ain’t out there
You men ain’t got no cases pending
Talking like you’re gully, talking like you’re actually criminal
You man are jokers cuz, jokers