Suck Yourself

(альбом: Against All Odds - 2009)

[Dappy:]
I'm liking this one, yeah
Are you listenin'?
Duku yourself
Na na nai

Yo, I remember when we used to shot crack in pairs
I had to clamp my spot under them Sainsbury's stairs (Yeah)
Living on our pedal bikes, we didn't fucking care
We'd always roll up on the buses without paying the fares (Na na)
If you're splashing eight bills in a Z (What?)
And you ain't coming back with more than two bags
Motherfucker, that means (That means), you ain't got a hustling head (No)
So that means you'd probably do anything for a cheque (Pussy)
Who knows, talk to the feds about the rest
You can hush that beat (Beat)
'Cause there's never been snitches in my nest
Up to this day, I still get stop and searched
And I still give the wrong name and address, yes (Yes)
Back then, I'd be out the house by ten
And if I were to come back, my mum would never know when
Instead of doing something good with my life
I was out feeling untouchable, tryna rock grown men (Bop)
I dunno how he's done it, but my lawyer is a G for keeping me outta pen' (Ha)
If it weren't for him and my pops, I'd be looking at a ten
We all used to shot food, but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends (Yeah)
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
Something's we wouldn't do and that was shot to man's mum
But I would jam up at the crack house, all night long
Seeing man OD-ing on the needle and the needle and the bone
When the morning used to come, I'd smell minging
The weather was always fucked, my line never stopped ringing
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything
There weren't nothing we weren't slinging
Look at me now, I'm singing, and my little son's grinning
Mum's gotta skits out when she sees her new yard and kitchen
The C needs coaching
Put your album out the same day as us and we'll see who's roasting

Suck yourself, you don't kill
I can tell the way you talk about these fucking straps that you ain't never copped no steel
Real recognise real, you know the deal
If you're on this ting and you ain't talking shit, I'ma see ya when you make a mill
When you make a mill

[Chip {Chip & Dappy}:]
When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya (Yeah)
Respected by Gs 'cause I never tried to be one (I be myself)
But I've been around Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, we'll let the streets take us (No lie)
Uh, I never lie in my bars (Uh-uh)
Artist blow and make up a part (Stop lyin')
Uh, they start lying to the listeners
I tell em be yourself, the real Gs ain't listening
But nowadays, everybody's bad
Everybody's got a strap on, and everybody bangs (That's real talk)
And I don't give a shit if you're grinding
If your clothes look shit, you're a tramp (Ha)
I'm sick and tired of these YouTube Gs
Getting pissed off because ya girl YouTubes me (YouTubes me)
I swear down, these niggas make me sick (No lie)
{Na na nai}, and we throw up a C
Please, Mr. Munk's all good
You think my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood? (It's all good)
I pass through like sho', they show love
It's an event whenever I shows up
The money, it goes up (Yeah), day by day
Invade, these pricks should never say my name
I came from a place where it's all or nothing (North)
So I'ma take war and leave the boys nothing
Leave 'em boys scuffing (Yeah), fighting over shit
Number two album, nigga, I'm the shit (Check the charts)
Ayo, D.A., look now we're winning, we use to be in the flats chilling
Look at me, now I'm spitting, teeth still grinning
Pass through my hood, big gully, AR chain swinging
Paid so I'm boasting, I can burn bread at one/four corner ways

[Dappy:]
Suck yourself (Yeah), you don't kill (You don't kill)
I can tell the way you talk about these fucking straps that you ain't never copped no steel
Real recognise real, you know the deal (You know the deal)
If you're on this ting and you ain't talking shit, I'ma see ya when you make a mill
When you make a mill

[Fazer:]
Yo, I was never balling
My trainers all had smiles on their faces, they were talking
Always dressing bummy in some oversized tracksuit
Running 'round the streets where the gully is the black yutes
Robbing niggas bare-faced, I knew it wasn't fair, mate
We'd lick a couple lappys, then we'd meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in
Didn't think four years down the line, I'd still be breathing
And I ain't leaving, so

[Dappy:]
Suck yourself (Suck yourself), you don't kill (You don't kill)
I can tell the way you talk about these fucking straps that you ain't never copped no steel
Real recognise real (Real recognise real, innit?), you know the deal (I'm grateful)
If you're on this ting and you ain't talking shit, I'ma see ya when you make a mill
When you make a mill

Fuck you