February - Whateva Da Weatha (Feat. Mystro & Gadget)

I've got my winter coat hoodie hat and gloves on
Waiting at the bus stop
Thinking its not late and as I brush off
Crouching on the stair case
Country rubbing bear face pockeries
Nobody comes to their aid

Present day

February she's here always sees the leap year
Hide away that secret stash and keep lit
We fear

Nothing not a damn thing
Pulling out like ham strings
Makes you wanna flip out click clack
Bang bang
Pressure got my blood pumping
And running and drug juggling
Which I am currently gun smuggling

They stand

Credit cards and cash backs
Gameplan he names brands
Seeling g's and getting keys for free bags

Hard food

Deep inside a tall block
Freezing my fucking balls off
Seen free crack fiends packed in my tool box

Weed cakes

Put in on the big scales
Bag it up and make sales
Get back on your hustle grizzle whatever

Trouble making younger lads
Guns in the plastic bags
And back packs for fun cutting slags

Dog flats

Currency or coke racks
You might get your throat slashed
Watch your back the feds have got your phone tapped

Reckless

A bundle of teenagers under police surveillance
We don't give a fuck were smothering the pavement

Think fast

I was rareley in class
Can't you see that shit's hard
So I am on my hustle grizzle whatever

We're born in the B's so I'm never gonna stop
The Euros Dollars P's I'm gonna get a lot
From sunup to sundown regeu whenever
No resting whatever the weather

We're born in the B's so I'm never gonna stop
The Euros Dollars P's I'm gonna get a lot
From sunup to sundown regue whenever
No resting whatever the weather, yeah

Indies on friendly streets munching on some jelly beans
Hungry as it'll ever be he's looking for that
Go steal
Jelly comes he won't chill
A crook becoming so ill he's looking at some road kill
That maybe I should

Grab that, thats everything he had stashed
He left that in his backpack and kept it in his nan's flat
He worked like a lab rat the first sign of that cat
He swears he's gonna flip out click clack

Bang bang he is troubling juggled in drugs smuggling
But someone done him in
Now he's stuck in the slums suffering
Without rule the scoundrel who used to have a house full

But now knew reduced to lack your mouthfuls he's doubtful
He gains cash back to where his two-faced brethren's at
Spending then forgetting that he soon may regret the flash
He didn't run that pistol on the victim's gonna sing a song
But tilI it's on he'll get back on his hustle drizzle whatever

We're born in the B's so I'm never gonna stop
The Euros Dollars P's I'm gonna get a lot
From sunup to sundown regeu whenever
No resting whatever the weather

We're born in the B's so I'm never gonna stop
The Euros Dollars P's I'm gonna get a lot
From sunup to sundown regue whenever
No resting whatever the weather yeah

We're born in the B's so I'm never gonna stop
The Euros Dollars P's I'm gonna get a lot
From sunup to sundown regeu whenever
No resting whatever the weather

We're born in the B's so I'm never gonna stop
The Euros Dollars P's I'm gonna get a lot
From sunup to sundown regue whenever
No resting whatever the weather yeah

Racist feds fucked out kids
Fucked out chick fucked out shit

Ramson rapping

Oh no wait a minute no
You gat no right bitch
Oh no fuck up hell
You gat no right bitch