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bugzy malone - elite sessions lyrics

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[pre-verse: bugzy malone]
i even called myself bugzy malone as a gimmick (ow!)
twenty-thousand views ’cause the kids wasn’t in it (ow!)
they don’t wanna hear no creative sh-t in this lyric (ow!)
they just wanna ‘ear how i drag man out of a civic (ow!)
yeah, and i broke my hand when i did it
’cause i broke his jaw and i broke him down, and i made his friends look silly (ow!)
i shoulda’ put suhin’ sharp in his belly (ow!)
left bare skidmarks behind the subby

[verse 1: bugzy malone]
look, when i was about ten
ended up robbing all of my school friends
but then i got caught, and ever since then
i’ve been on the ball like espn
yeah i took chase, and i hit the fence
just tryna get away from the policemen
but then i got gripped, and i got slammed
done a lil’ bit of time like big ben
a big white sweat box took me to pen
had fights like m. bison and ken
and i’ve been a bad boy ever since then
never been a hero like clark kent
and now i’m like scarface without the scar
and i’m like bane, without the mask
i’m like the joker without the cards
and i don’t care if i look bad
i want a porsche gt that’s matte black
so i can drive through the hood like batman
used to have a nine in the backpack
so i could run through the door like a cat flap
and now i’ve got a hoodie matching my snapback
and they know my voice when i’m on track
a hitman couldn’t k!ll a beat like me my brudda’ if he signed that contract
trust no one we’re not on the same wave
i shut man down then i vacate
if he sees the whip then he might hate
’cause my n-gga we’re not the same age
plus i’ve been avoiding the twelve gauge
i heard man put a hole in his rib cage
opened the door, let off the ting
and then vacate the estate
and then vacated the estate
gunchester’s never been a nice place
from a place where man can’t dictate
whether man are gonna live to an old age
so i stay fresh like colgate
and i don’t watch no face when i make change
i’ve been on the roads and it ain’t great
i’ve seen big reputations deflate
yeah, he had a maserati on a ten plate
until he went out on a rampage
took two shots to the chest plate
now he’s lying six feet deep in a fresh grave
now that’s that life, that’s that life
that’s that life that i explained
r.i.p. to my dead mates
may the fallen soldiers set pace
the stereotype’s gone way too deep
for the mandem to work for a set wage
so we stay out ’til it’s dead late
and make friends with a n-gga that knows pain
that way you don’t have to explain
when you lose it and misbehave
into the devil i turn, sky turns red
then i pull out the flip blade
fl!ck, fl!ck
pull out the flip blade
fl!ck, fl!ck, fl!ck
pull out the flip blade
i’m the wickedest ting since brotha’ lynch hung
and the music’s sickmade
but i never sold my mixtape
i made money on the road, you live straight
your music’s like wet weed
but when it dried out it lost weight
trus’ me

[verse 2: buzy malone]
now i’m bugzy malone
’cause the name bugz got played out, on the roads
kicked off doors
shut down raves
broken jaws
broken gl-ss
big boy mash
made man sleep and i made man stash
made man creep and i made mad cash
with the big boy heat when i ran in the gaff
still got a beard, still got a moustache
still know how to get the road g-ssed
still on this music ‘ting and i’m still in the gym, and i can still go on like mad max
trust me you don’t wanna start no trash
’cause the roadside gets hot like baghdad
s’why the mandem walk with a strap
’cause it gets diplomatical fast
yo’ it gets diplomatical fast
i’ve been on the road since manny got g-ssed
still, make my ex-girlfriend wanna ask
is he gone cool, or is he still mad
i don’t know, tell her it’s mad
still been knocking out man for my mates
knocked on the door, threw a left hook
and i left t–th all over the place
that’s no joke, tell them, bro
man left t–th all over the place
just the other day, that’s no-
man left t–th all over the place
then i seen police all over the place
in ’06, nearly got an eight
boy got stabbed, but it wasn’t me
and i’ve still not got over the case

[outro: bugzy malone]
now i have dreams, that i get chased
and i just can’t get over the gate
freddie krueger couldn’t come in my nightmare
’cause i’ll leave cuts all over his face
from gunchester: home of the brave
gunchester: home of the brave
gunchester: home of the brave
gunchester: home of the brave

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