3 Wheel-ups (feat. Wiley & Giggs)

3 wheel-ups in a row
 That means I'm a direct rudeboy
 Grew two yats on my own
 That means I'm a direct rudeboy
 Man can't call up my phone
 Then gwan like a direct rudeboy
 One side bag and a stoney
 That don't make you a direct rudeboy
 Some MCs come with the wickedest talk
 But really, dem man chat crap
 Acting like a donny but they don't know 'bout tracks
 When real niggas step on the riddim and chat facts
 I don't put myself in places
 If I weren't there then I weren't, let's face it
 If you weren't there then you weren't, that's basic
 I kill 'em with the realest shit and they hate it
 I'm a diffuser, can't act tougher than you are round me
 I've got youts dem tougher than you are round me
 I nearly died for the game, that's right
 But some spitters ain't nuttin' around me
 I was getting 'em hype while you was touching your lighter
 I was killing the mic there on the motherfucking beat
 None of you are bad round me, it's not only about me though
 Let me give a shoutout to my scene
 [?], that's a rider for real MCs
 Me and Wiley in a clash, that's a real MC
 Hold tight D Double E, that's a real OG
 I said hold tight D Double E, that's a real OG
 Mad, reload ting
 Pop, pop, pop, that's a reload ting
 And when I say "it's Kano in the house"
 Everybody knows that's a reload ting
 If you've been shotting in the manor from way back when
 And you ain't on a kilo ting
 I don't wanna hear about [?] food and tings
 Man don't do those tings
 On-sight, thought he was onside, init
 Saw them guys, no shots fired, init
 If you ain't real then don't ride, init
 That postcode, that's offside, init
 Badman from which part? Dem man do witchcraft
 Dem man are [?], us man are kosher
 I've been that nigga since [?] loafers
 When kids dem didn't give a fuck about olders
 Man don't care 'bout fathers
 Man just care 'bout figures
 Man don't care 'bout yards
 Man just care 'bout Bimmers
 Man don't care who's hard
 Man just care if it's blinging
 Man don't care 'bout masks
 Man'll do it bare-face, init
 We don't do none of that bare-face fibbing
 The realest shit on your airwaves, init
 3 wheel-ups in a row
 That means I'm a direct rudeboy
 Grew two yats on my own
 That means I'm a direct rudeboy
 Man can't call up my phone
 Then gwan like a direct rudeboy
 One side bag and a stoney
 That don't make you a direct rudeboy
 Can't tell me nuttin'
 Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter
 Link dusty red cups out the cupboard
 In the jungle, I move with original nuttahs
 And the same madman fly out for the summer
 Lick two blocks? Who are you? Runners
 Shut down dance, who am I? Shottas
 Couple wheel-ups at Butterz, that's nuttin'
 Boiling point, I keep it 100
 Yeah, G goes in
 Mad three-pointer, free throw ting
 Bitches looking at me on a keyhole ting
 I'm a gasser and a gentlemen, G hosting
 I'm a skinny nigga [?] so slim
 [?] when the D goes in
 Man are getting money, type the keycodes in
 Please can I have my money? What's the keycode pin?
 Fuck that, [?], we backed 'em up
 Now it's game-giving if it's facts, I aks them up
 I'm man of the match, I matched it up
 And I'm with the bats, I patched it up
 Sitting in the trap with hash to cut
 Sitting in the [?] with crack to cut
 I'm silly with the MAC, man mashed 'em up
 I hit him with the [?], then backed the truck
 Gully, I'm so slim
 K, Hollow, [?]
 Can't look inside a nigga's whip, the windows tint
 Better take the weight, better link those drinks
 [?] better leave those simps
 [?] with the clip, I'm gonna teach those chimps
 Man a put it on [?] see those wimps
 I'm finished with the little nigga, he's so rinsed
 [?], I'm king
 And he's no prince
 I let it bap, bap, bap, ping ping
 And then leave no prints
 I said that, that, that, that's me
 And yes, he's so skint
 I'm in the matte black 350
 With [?] beef go mince
 If you don't look after your own yout, boy
 You're not a direct rudeboy
 If you're in DSTRKT popping that Goose, boy
 You're not a direct rudeboy
 Bow Street, just bought brand new goods
 One you man can't get, a new toy
 That's why a man's [?] just preed him
 Sent me a direct, rudeboy
 16 bars in effect
 Take this pen to your neck
 And just [?] man with it
 Cash rules everything around me
 That's word to a Method Man lyric
 Yeah, I roll deep in the East
 But I still might Mega Man with it
 Yeah, I said it, yeah, yeah, I said it
 Cheques, we get it, cash and collec' it
 That likkle pellet, that nah gon' mek it
 Rest his head in that man's spaghetti
 Yout dem are menace, nuttin' like Dennis
 Man got stripped and even got credit
 Kids push prams to Westfield to lick it
 And run from pigs, don't even watch Peppa
 Real go-getter, geezers know better
 But geezers [?] Skinner
 Don't resort to violence, no, never
 Man just start with violence, go figure
 Eat man's food before man eat dinner
 Buss that booze, I roll and drink liquor
 Left that [?] for my nigga
 3 wheel-ups in a row
 That means I'm a direct rudeboy
 Grew two yats on my own
 That means I'm a direct rudeboy
 Man can't call up my phone
 Then gwan like a direct rudeboy
 One side bag and a stoney
 That don't make you a direct rudeboy
 Can't tell me nuttin'
 Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter
 Link dusty red cups out the cupboard
 In the jungle, I move with original nuttahs
 And the same madman fly out for the summer
 Lick two blocks? Who are you? Runners
 Shut down dance, who am I? Shottas
 Couple wheel-ups at Butterz, that's nuttin'
 Boiling point, I keep it 100