10 TO DA O Lyrics by M1llionz & Munna Duke
You know, Ten Percent man represent
1250 way risky
TPM, six quid for that GP skeng
Budoom!
Bang! (‘Rex the one and only)
Not gonna lie, we’re all gonna die
I hope the yutes I don’t like drop down first
I’m not gonna lie, I’m still tryna ride
Bro sat me down, said “It’s not how it works”
Not gonna lie, I try file the bine
And that 9×19 still didn’t burst
Not gonna lie, it’s not 2005
I gotta have this (Wha’?) even when I’m in church
Wait, wait, check it (Wha’?)
Glock 17s and speshes (Bu-baow!)
.38 autos and pellets
The 7.62s make a gunman dead it
Enit, enit (Wha’?)
Gun smoke in the air, I smell it
Make the M-10 spray and wet man’s skin
Like I’m using mosquito repellent
So what’s the angle? Two-litre manual
Change the atmosphere in seconds (Skrrrr)
At the photo-shoot just me and Daniel
They don’t know there’s illegal weapons (Ha!)
In the jailhouse, put berese in capsules
Feed the rattle of fiending felons
The scope on the zig’s triangle, the clip’s rectangle
It don’t bend like the 47s (Baow! Baow!)
We was three waps up at the show
Woulda said ask Bills, but he didn’t even know
The metal detectors must be for show
Man’s got a pouch on, but I hid it in my clothes
Gun boys outside the venue
Man still formate and give it to a hoe
Next time I go on tour I’m putting two gyal on the guest list
So they can bring it on the road (Lagga)
Not gonna lie, we’re all gonna die
I hope the yutes I don’t like drop down first
I’m not gonna lie, I’m still tryna ride
Bro sat me down, said “It’s not how it works”
Not gonna lie, I try file the bine
And that 9×19 still didn’t burst
Not gonna lie, it’s not 2005
I gotta have this (Wha’?) even when I’m in church
Shotta life, crack cocaine and homicides
Man buss case and mothers cry
Shootings on the other side, civilians horrified
4-door well tinted up and modified
Rambo knife and nines with hollow bine
Gun crimes on the rise
Rule is take two of yours if you take one of mine
Man violate, gi’ him a shot, don’t apologise
Wait till it dies down (Then what?)
Then get him when he least expect it
The P’s expensive, but beef’s interesting
Especially when your opps are neek infested
Can’t pay till I spray cah the heat needs testin’
Even if I believe the G is genuine
Grease and medz it
Then phone Soljy and link him cah the piece needs mending (Lagga)
If any man that I’m with ain’t touched nothin’ or sold no drugs, then call me a capper
Shottas and shooters, strappers and slappers
Mates ain’t no rappers, white and buj wrappers
GPS tag and level-3 MAPPAs
Police probation and high-risk status
Peak altercations on opposite manors
NCA observations for serious matters
Not gonna lie, we’re all gonna die
I hope the yutes I don’t like drop down first
I’m not gonna lie, I’m still tryna ride
Bro sat me down, said “It’s not how it works”
Not gonna lie, I try file the bine
And that 9×19 still didn’t burst
Not gonna lie, it’s not 2005
I gotta have this (Wha’?) even when I’m in church
Not gonna lie, we’re all gonna die
I hope the yutes I don’t like drop down first
I’m not gonna lie, I’m still tryna ride
Bro sat me down, said “It’s not how it works”
Not gonna lie, I try file the bine
And that 9×19 still didn’t burst
Not gonna lie, it’s not 2005
I gotta have this (Wha’?) even when I’m in church
Mi nah go lie
MAC-11 with fries
Play with Ten Percent and die
Get fried
Bang, bang, bang
Say they shoot guns, that’s a lie