Gas Mark 9 - Ghetts

Tell my man I’m a general, he ain’t even second in command

Tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell 'em wha gwan

I’m going on like I ain’t ever read a Psalm

Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms, so road that I’m never in

my yard

I’ve got a new ting, rip an enemy apart

Just setting apart, never’s on my mast, devil in my path

Telling me to go and give the metal a massage

Load it, feel it (BANG!)

Hold it, squeeze it (GASSED!)

These MCs in the grime scene, they ain’t never done what they spit 'bout (LIARS!

If I had a pound for every time that they said gun, I’d be rich now (LIARS!)

I tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell everybody with a big

mouth

I ain’t one of these likkle fuckboys, pay me respect — no discount

Draw my something, make the lead fly, and erase all my enemies

For tryna write me off, yes don, vest on, who told you I ruled out your

headside?

D-D-D-D-D-D-D-dead guy

God forbid you make it to the hospital

Cause I’ll be the one by the bedside

Tell my man I’m a general, he ain’t even second in command

Tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell 'em wha gwan

I’m going on like I ain’t ever read a Psalm

Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms, so road that I’m never in

my yard

Tell my man I’m a general, he ain’t even second in command

Tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell 'em wha gwan

I’m going on like I ain’t ever read a Psalm

Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms, so road that I’m never in

my yard

Yeah, these man talking that shit with man about murder and mystery (LIARS!)

Man ain’t up on that strip, got manaman purchasing 50s

I was on a ban, now I’m off a ban, so the C-class man had to purchase it quickly

I’m a man that’ll put another man down under, burst if a man wanna wig me

Man might turn up with this one, turn up with that man (GASSED!)

Very important (why?), man might turn up with wristband

Back out the Big Mac, Filet-O-Fish man

Run up on Giggsy?

One wallop and wig man

I was chilling in the bing with a block of noodles

Now I’m 'bout waking niggas up, nigga, cock-a-doodle-doo

Bitches looking for me, wanna cop a Google

Man are pimping out here, man’ll prostitute you

First they rolling with you, then they snitching on you

Then the prosecution wanna prosecute you

So now that jury’s gotta drop it to you

Not guilty, ooh

Tell my man I’m a general, he ain’t even second in command

Tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell 'em wha gwan

I’m going on like I ain’t ever read a Psalm

Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms, so road that I’m never in

my yard

Tell my man I’m a general, he ain’t even second in command

Tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell 'em wha gwan

I’m going on like I ain’t ever read a Psalm

Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms, so road that I’m never in

my yard