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east connection - armshouse lyrics

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[chorus]
you don’t wanna bring arms-house
i’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
you don’t wanna bring no beef
bring some beef, you’ll loose some teeth
you don’t wanna bring arms-house
i’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
you don’t wanna bring no beef
bring some beef, you’ll loose some teeth
you don’t wanna bring armshouse
i’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
you don’t wanna bring no beef
bring some beef, you’ll loose some teeth
you don’t wanna bring arms-house
i’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
you don’t wanna bring no beef
bring some beef, you’ll loose some teeth

[verse 1]
.44 lick four shots through your four-door
for the four brehs that’s inside
and the .22 lick two shots at two of you
in your two-litre, two-seater
the eight mil, the eight mil will split your grill
leaving your chair with two wheels
and the mac-10, with this gat, i don’t need no friends
i’m gonna save up for one of them
.44 lick four shots through your velour
told you, you’re not rawno more
watch your body drop to the floor
you should have known i was sharper than a chainsaw
i heard these south pr-cks wanna come and bring war
you should have known i was waiting at your front door
you should have known that my style was too raw
you should have known that your neck would have get bore

[chorus]
you don’t wanna bring arms-house
i’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
you don’t wanna bring no beef
bring some beef, you’ll loose some teeth
you don’t wanna bring arms-house
i’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
you don’t wanna bring no beef
bring some beef, you’ll loose some teeth

[verse 2]
ain’t held a gat, never done a jack (never)
you’re claiming you’re a badboy
you can’t beef or box, i’ll knock you out quick
and you’re claiming you’re a badboy
make one little tune and it goes to your head and
you’re claiming you’re a badboy
when you walk past me, don’t even brush me ’cause
i’m gonna show you badboy
and i hate them boys that try to beg friend with me
your best friend might be your worst enemy
draw for the mac-10 or the uzi
that’s what you get when you bad mind me
what you gonna do when i pull out the gat?
we’ll see who’s the true one, who’s the fake one
you’re gonna run home and tell your mum
we’ve come here for beef, man, not for fun

[chorus]
you don’t wanna bring arms-house
i’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
you don’t wanna bring no beef
bring some beef, you’ll loose some teeth
you don’t wanna bring arms-house
i’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
you don’t wanna bring no beef
bring some beef, you’ll loose some teeth

[verse 3]
let me put a bullet in your brain, i’ll leave your shirt stained
all i want in this garage game is fame
maybe a chaps, say my name
and a cartier ring so i can’t complain
at night, to the lord, i pray
maybe i’ll get these things one day
say what? at night, to the lord, i pray
maybe i’ll get these things one day
house on the hill, mansion with two cars
and i want a [?] with the big stars
buff black girls that don’t wear bras
who don’t mind getting juiced in tinted cars
want a roley that’s all iced-out
and it glows when i say lights out
it’s so blinding, you’ll pop your eyes out
and getting paper, that’s what it’s about

[chorus]
you don’t wanna bring arms-house
i’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
you don’t wanna bring no beef
bring some beef, you’ll loose some teeth
you don’t wanna bring arms-house
i’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
you don’t wanna bring no beef
bring some beef, you’ll loose some teeth

[verse 4]
reality, people getting shot over vanity
gunshot boom, leave him dribbling in casualty
man let off shot and they walk away casually
war outside and it’s getting messy
it’s reality, people getting shot over vanity
gunshot boom, leave him dribbling in casualty
man let off shot and they walk away casually
war outside and it’s getting messy
cctvs never catch us [?] gs
driving in the bentleys
doing robberies, hiding blitz behind trees
get away in audi 83s
8 o’clock in the morning, while i’m yawning
police sirens firing
prost-tutes on the corner, and it’s like california
it’s only stratford, i might as well warn you

[chorus]
you don’t wanna bring arms-house
i’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
you don’t wanna bring no beef
bring some beef, you’ll loose some teeth
you don’t wanna bring arms-house
i’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
you don’t wanna bring no beef
bring some beef, you’ll loose some teeth

[outro]
and that’s what we call murking



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