Top Bwoy (feat. Brik Boss & Eastern Entertainment)

Hello Brixton, everything good over Urban Gurillaz
Full a gangsta shit
It's like a movie
One Law one link, you know how the thing go
Brixton to St. Thomas budu dup
Big up the whole Mountain View, Back Bush
Yow, Tottenham

Yeah, killing them smart killing them smooth
And my gun belly big like me give them food
Yo kill dem now, no give me excuse
And make them girl friend give me dem youth, yeah, yeah, yeah
The Drako, di Drako

Pass it with two clip tape up
Put marrow pon wall a no paintbrush
Yeah crime sceen look outrageous
With a gun pretty like beach a Barbados
The K have good vocals like Kranium
Love when crime scene look like stadium

Yow yow, sekkle and watch
This is a four, five, Heckler and Koch
And a bare shallow grave mi get the land for
Fimi heart cold Tottenham London
Yard man bad man
Gunpowder pon mi skin like hand ban
Gun a select a no Noah Power or Ants Man
Have color color gun, ask Elephant Man

Top Boy, anywhere we shot bwoy
Love the dark the Benelli got light
Love the war life
Kill people and go the nine night
Who a peep blade stuck in a him eye
Top Boy, Top Boy
Top Boy like Sully them, bad and we no pretend
Who claim them a killer and love the bed
Me dogs from North London go for them now

My shooter rolling with me and he's loose
All I got to tell him is shoot
I ain't got to doubt him I know he's scoring
That's a real clinical youth
Broski died and I'm hurting
I'm in a miserable mood, I'm pissed
I got hitters in the countryside
And I got drillers in Tivoli too

Most of them boys got to go
We ain't waiting on karma to do it
Nuff of the ops need a shave
I ain't calling my barber to do it
Still outside in the trenches
Trust me its more than music
Something got got round there
They know it was us but they just can't prove it

This G19 got a bark, this rifle sounds like a train
Anything in bricks that's fatal
The GBG's get the blame
She came and saw how I live
She was shocked when I told her my age
The G's them pulled up hopped out a car
And a nigga got shot in his face

Same way I got my hands on this wap
Is the same way my hands on her back
Notification whenever they snap
Cause I'm really trying to find where they at
First location straight to the rack
Second location straight to the hill
And we don't go Kennington no more
Cause we cross that block off the map

Top Boy, anywhere we shot bwoy
Love the dark the Benelli got light
Top Boy, Top Boy
Top Boy like Sully them, bad and we no pretend
Who claim them a killer and love the bed
Me dogs from North London go for them now

Yow make them know a Eastern Entertainment Badness
Top Boy
Love when crime scene look like stadium



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Lawrence, Ackeme Campbell, Dorai Harrison, Rayon Thompson, Kevin Thompson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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