Strike Me Dead (feat. Dot Rotten & Griminal) – Ghetto
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Gotta strike me dead If I let them swing me around On a tune or live on a set If I let them swing me around Gotta strike me dead If I let them swing me around On a tune or live on a set If I let them swing me around Gotta strike me dead
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I’m like alright, Ghetts I’ma swing him from right to left I ain’t trying I’ma do it inside my head Because I’m the best thing since slicing bread You better do what I say like Simon said Mind your step You couldn’t walk inside my krep I leave a leg more tucked than Tiger’s neck When I talk shit, I ain’t got a slide in tracks Gotta tell them time and time again You’re not ready like me, don’t try for ten Your life is dead, oh and your wife’s a sket So, you wanna play games, then I’m the ref Bet I got more tools than inside your shed Grim’s in, motherfucker
Gotta strike me dead If I let them swing me around On a tune or live on a set If I let them swing me around Gotta strike me dead If I let them swing me around On a tune or live on a set If I let them swing me around Gotta strike me dead
I be taking the level up again I be the MC you should never come against G-H, I’m method of events Write against me, last guy never won a pence My enemies wanna become my friends Trying to get in my camp but can’t come in on my tents It’s murder, no regular events I can burst a burner and leave him on a fence Gotta strike me dead I say that with a [?] [?] payback and you cross like your legs Take that, I writ a chorus I never take back And I stay strapped, shots fire at your head I can let a nigga with a 16 I don’t have to stop guys And then I’ll be the nigga you wanna try forget But long time [?], so, it’s like I’m a bonfire for them
Gotta strike me dead If I let them swing me around On a tune or live on a set If I let them swing me around Gotta strike me dead If I let them swing me around On a tune or live on a set If I let them swing me around Gotta strike me dead
Let me say ‘oh’ from the get-go On the next year, I rep to the death Best to accept it and let go All of them are vexed because I’m fresh and they’re retro Depressed because I’ve been blessed with the best flow They used to par in your sets, laugh at my kreps They’re not hardly a thread, why? Because I said so I’m a general and they’re all army cadets Can’t see again, ha-ha, I’m ahead They never believed in my skills Now I’m aiming at MCs like “F you” That’s my reason to kill I’m a bidder by the labels, we’ll be feeding the deal Is that humble? Bite, keep eating your meal I remember the days when the only thing that entered my brain Was thoughts of me receiving the wheel-ups Still I got teams on the street trying to back-stab me But they can’t catch me, better speed up
Gotta strike me dead If I let them swing me around On a tune or live on a set If I let them swing me around Gotta strike me dead If I let them swing me around On a tune or live on a set If I let them swing me around Gotta strike me dead