Letra de Zebadee

[INTRO]

(d'ya know I'd never fucking lie to you you little c***)
(you're a wrongen, just like your old man)

(d'ya know what I'm thinking?)
(I'm thinking I should take you outside and ring you up)
(leave it out Phil)
(leave it out? Leave what fuckin out? You wanna get involved n all do ya? do ya?)
(don't be stupid, im just saying he's only a kid innit)
(no let's have it right off, if he's rolling up to a man giving it large, he's old enough to talk for himself)

(I'll tell ya something Zeba-Fucking-Dee)

[VERSE 1 - Nigz TG]

Just got to Heath
Fire selly butchkwa nun the G late
Cuh the beat heavy
I link my girl in Clapham
Cut through Stretty
After the daddy brought his belly
Barked off a smelly
Yeah I get about
So shut your bloodclart mouth and step outside your house
I ain't fooling' round
Trappin' 'ere, trappin' if you're trappin' off a quarter round
I ain't tryna do this road ting
Hopefully, if I can make it
Blow quick (I get there)
But I still know them niggas there that will take the whole thing
Despite how im rolling
I never get the stop & search
FEDs never get the final word
Or the last laugh
Tryna run circles round man like the car park

[VERSE 2 - P from Lee]

I'm from a place with low estates
Where rappers don't show their face
Where a ??? don't know her name
Where you make about a ??? of change
And bounce from a young age
They're gonna turn you insane
I'll be applying that pressure
And a man start blurting' them names
Round here don't care about frames
But im hitching 3 times a week
Thought they were doing up street
Rarely doing up sleep
Saw feds in the back but I cut with ease
Big P got the girls saying' please just please
Is it you is it me?
Is it me, controlling the street?
Im in the back with a bat with T
We've both got a bird in our jeans
Pull up in a ???
??? said that I dress too street
Or I pull up in a tracksuit
And I cap Zebadee

[OUTRO]

(I'll tell you something Zeba-Fucking-Dee)
(I think I should take you outside and teach you a lesson for muggin' me off in front me pals)