Untitled 4

(album: Best Of Giggs (The Real Meaning) - 2008)

[?]
Giggs
Spare No-1
It's nothing
[?]
Listen
Sizzle
Uh

You know who this is, so best to keep quiet (Quiet)
Before I start popping them fangs cause and I ain't lying (Lying)
If you're selling it at the right price, I'll buy it (Buy it)
'Cause I'm moving weight, like I'm on a serious diet
When it comes to branding, yeah I'm proper on it
No one [?] ain't got no food, you can believe I've got it
And I know you on it
But if you ain't my regular customer, I'ma have to charge you top dollar for it
Now I'm laughing (Yeah)
'Cause I'm fucking funny
I got the right to 'cause I never always had money (For real)
Me and my mandem, we was fucking hungry
Not even twenty pence, yeah I can remember [?]
We used to rustle up a pound to buy hot red to eat
Rushing back to the estate to the bread wouldn't lose the heat (Heat)
Whoever cut the most though, got the biggest piece
I got the smallest bit, 'cause I always cut the least
Plus the sign in my jeans are, I always tried to mask it
Stick a tag on them to make people think they're Versace
When I got her for a tenner down at [?] market
And that tenner wasn't easy blud, that's why I'm laughing (For real)
Now the chicks wanna know me 'cause I'm making paper (Paper)
Want people to know I'm fucking them 'cause I'm a baider (Baider)
I fuck 'em twice, then tell them jezzies hit the road bitch
I'm busy organising chips [?] Jamaica (For real)
That's right, I deserve it
This track I'm on I'm hurting
I'm looking at a life sentence the way I fucking murked it (Murked it)
Look the judge in the face and ask him what's the verdict (Verdict)
You'd think I'm rolling in dirt the way I'm getting dirty
I put two in your chest, open it up for certain
Had the paramedics rushing you to see a surgeon (Yeah)
Give your chick a shoulder to cry on and I ain't lying (Nah)
I'm positive before I later knew she was a virgin (Come on)
When I was working, I was squeezing a bum, bussing a juice
Well anyway, there's no harm done, it's all just fun
Anyway, I'm gonna be blunt (For real)
If it weren't me, someone else would be fucking that cunt
I'ma hustle, but not like them faggot yardies up front
They're just asking to be nicked man, them breddas are dumb (Swear down)
I'm on the grind, couple O's in the cabinet gun
And I ain't switching up til everything's done

Trust me fam
It's nothing anymore
I got this shit
Ah fuck