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Gas Mark 9 Songtext
von Ghetts

Gas Mark 9 Songtext

Tell my man I′m a general, he ain't ever second in command
Tell a man, tell another man, tell a next man, tell ′em wah gwan
I'm going on like I ain't ever read a Psalm
Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms
So road that I never hear my alarm
I′ve got a new ting ripping enemy apart
Setting off heart levels, I′m a master in my path
Telling me to go and get a metal and massage
Load it, feel it
Hold it, squeeze it
These MCs in the grime scene
They ain't ever done what they spit ′bout
If I had a pound for every time that they said "gun"
I'd be rich now
I tell a man, tell another man, tell a next man
Tell everybody with a big mouth
I ain′t one of these likkle fuckboys
Pay me respect, no discount
I might start a, make the lead fly
And erase all my enemies for tryna write me off
Yes, don, vest on
You told ya I ruled, I get headside
God forbid you make it to the hospital
Cause I'll be the one by your bedside


Tell my man I′m a general, he ain't ever second in command
Tell a man, tell another man, tell a next man, tell 'em wah gwan
I′m going on like I ain′t ever read a Psalm
Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms
So road that I never hear my alarm
Tell my man I'm a general, he ain′t ever second in command
Tell a man, tell another man, tell a next man, tell 'em wah gwan
I′m going on like I ain't ever read a Psalm
Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms
So road that I never hear my alarm

These man talking that shit with man about murder and mystery
Man ain′t up on that strip, got manaman purchasing fifties
I was on a ban, now I'm off a ban
So the C-class man had to purchase it quickly
I'm a man that′ll put another man down under
First if a man wanna wig me
Man might turn up with this one
Turn up with that man
Very important, man might turn up with wristbands
Back out the Big Mac, fillet of fish man
Run up on Giggsy, one wallop and wig man
I was chilling in the bing with a block of noodles
Now I′m 'bout waking niggas up, nigga, cock-a-doodle
Bitches looking for me, wanna cop a Google
Man are pimping out here, man will prostitute you
First they rolling with you, then they snitching on you
Then the prosecution wanna prosecute you
So now the jury′s gotta drop it to you
Not guilty

Tell my man I'm a general, he ain′t ever second in command
Tell a man, tell another man, tell a next man, tell 'em wah gwan
I′m going on like I ain't ever read a Psalm
Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms
So road that I never hear my alarm
Tell my man I'm a general, he ain′t ever second in command
Tell a man, tell another man, tell a next man, tell ′em wah gwan
I'm going on like I ain′t ever read a Psalm
Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms
So road that I never hear my alarm

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