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G Man is a grime MC within the grime collective Slew Dem Crew.

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• Streets Of Rage

Famous Lyrics

YOU DONT REALLY WANT BEEF, BLUD LEAVE IT // BEFORE I PULL OUT THE TING, THEN SQUEZZE IT // LICK OFF YOUR HEAD, THEN START BREEZIN // WHEN I KILL A BOY, I AINT GOT NO PROBLEMS SLEEPIN // YOU PUSSY, YOU KILL OFF A BOY, THEN START WEEPIN // HOW YOU GONNA KILL A BOY THAT STARTS WEEPIN // AND YOU STOP SLEEPIN // YOU SHOULD DROP YOUR MASH AND STOP SQUEEZIN // THATS WHY YOU NEED TO BE LEAVIN // IF WE GOT A PROBLEM, SQUEEZE HIM // TO ME BLUD, I DONT REALLY NEED NO REASON // MY MANDEM PHONE ME 'AH COME DOWN, SQUEEZE HIM' // EVEN IF MANS HEART BE NO LONGER BEATIN, CHECK BEFORE BREEZIN // DONT YOU KNOW, ITS LENG-A-MAN-DOWN SEASON // AND I LENG-A-MAN-DOWN WITHOUT NO REASON //

ALL THAT TOUGH GUY TALK DONT BUDGE ME // WHEN SLEW DEMS ABOUT, YOUR CREW GET JUMPY // DONT WANNA SEE US FROM WE GRUMPY // 'COS I MIGHT RUN UP ON YOUR CREW WITH A PUMPY // ILL PUT YOU IN A WHEELCHAIR TRUST ME // BULL OFF WITH YOUR LEG, NOW YOUR NICKNAME STUMPY (STOMPY) // NOW YOU CANT WALK UPWIND SEEN // THATS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY DO FUCKRY // MAN A BADMAN FROM TIME SEEN // HALF OF MY MAN ARE RIDING TIME, 'COS THEY LEFT ONE TING AT THE CRIME SCENE // OR THEY GOT SNITCHED ON, OR DONE A HIT WRONG, THATS WHY THEY CANT SEE ME NAH GRASS SEEN // CATCH THAT PUSSY AND DRAW MY NINE AND THEN BARK HIS FACE OFF NICELY // ILL ENTER YOUR HEAD PRECISELY //

I WAS BORN AND RAISED IN A GUTTER // SO I CANT BE A NICE DUDE, BUT I CAN BE A NUTTER // PUSH MY KNIFE THROUGH YOUR NECK LIKE BUTTER // STAMP ON YOUR HEAD, TILL I SEE YOUR FACE BRUCK UP // YOU CANT FISTFIGHT WITH ME, YOU WILL GET BROUGHT UP // LEFT UPPERCUT, AND NOW YOUR JAWS BRUCK UP // YOU CANT GRIPS ME UP, I WONT GET HAD UP // ITS NOT THAT TIME, YOU WILL GET STAB UP // ITS NOT THAT TIME, YOU WILL GET HAD UP // I MOVE TO YOUR BITS AND WILL SEE YOUR FACE BRUCK UP // YOUR NOT THAT GUY, SO YOUR BEST SHUT UP // YOUR NOT THAT GUY, YOU WILL GET WHACK UP // I MOVE TO YOUR BITS AND WILL SEE YOUR FACE BRUCK UP // YOUR BOYS GET HEATED, AND THEY WILL GET CAP UP // LEFT IN THE BODY BAG WRAPPER //

FUCK THE CLASH TING, DRAW FOR THE BRRRR // CALL MY NAME, IM GONNA DRAW FOR THE BRRRR // RUN UP ON A RAVE AND DRAW FOR THE BRRRR // LENG-A-MAN-DOWN IN A DANCE, LIKE BRRRR //

WAR WITH ME IS BARE GUN BLASTIN, BEEF EVERLASTING // BLUD YOU DONT WANT THAT, STAY PUSSY! // GET CAUGHT SLIPPIN AND THEN GET WRAPPED UP // BLUD YOU DONT WANT THAT, STAY PUSSY! //

FUCK YOUR TEAM, I SAY WHAT I LIKE // 'COS, MY TEAM, YOU DONT WANNA FIGHT // COME BACK AT YA ON A DIRT BIKE // BULLETS CHEW THROUGH YOUR HOUSE LIKE TERMITES //

IF YOU REALLY WANT WAR THEN START IT // YOU WILL GET TORN APART LIKE 'WHAT THE RAHTID' // MAN WILL GET DUPPIED AND WRAPPED IN CARPET // SO I SUGGEST YOU DONT TALK GARBAGE // YOU DONT WANNA WAR BLUD, YOU DONT WANNA START SHIT // IF YOU AINT BUILT FOR THE WAR, DONT START IT // AND IF I DRAW FOR THE MASH // THEN YOU WILL BE LIEING IN A PUTRID, WITH NO OPEN CASKET //