Platoon Lyrics - Singles - Ghetts

[Hook x2] 

I heard him say "Ghetts can't do it anymore" 

"His old material will never die" 

So how's he better than before? 

I heard a man say "Ghetts can't do it anymore" 

"His old material will never die" 

So how's he better than before? 

[Verse 1] 

My mind works, my mind works 

When I burst, eyes first 

Arms next, thighs third 

And you won't find where police might search 

I divert, next right turn 

And if I get caught, I ain't coming out hench 

Nah, famalam, I am not like Mercs 

And that's not a send, that's my friend 

My curse was really good, I'm really hood 

They talk the talk, I walk the walk 

If only you lot could see these books 

Ghetto's old school like a Eastleigh crook 

Spill, shh shh, stab, kill! 

Dashed off man that don't believe G would 

But I'm living on the edge, no windowsill 

And none of you niggas wanna see me pushed 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 2] 

Fuck your badboy image 

Tryna clean shit you never done 

But we know real badboys did it 

If you think you're heavy, then I'm 11 tonne 

But I'm at that stage of my life 

I've been tryna get away from the hype 

But it's dangerous times, it's safer inside 

Backstabbers wanna come and stick a blade in my spine 

Just cause I'm the skinny sort, they think they can fuck with me 

Rudeboy, that's a silly thought, more than difficult, please don't fuck with G 

I'm stressed out, just lost one of my niggas to a bullet (RIP Wallace) 

I'm paranoid to the fullest so even if you're looking, it might make me pull it 

[Hook] 

I heard him say "Ghetts can't do it anymore" 

"His old material will never die" 

So how's he better than before? 

I heard a man say "Ghetts can't do it anymore" 

"His old material will never die" 

So how's he better than before? 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3] 

Them niggas ain't done no drive-by shootings 

Watch when I buy my new ting 

I'll be like dare roll deep in a ringer, fuck it 

Windows all the way down when I buss it 

Faith like Evans, I'm a survivor 

Aim my weapon, eye of the tiger 

Try and free my venom, I was ever inside ya 

If they like lemon, I'm a supplier 

What? What? What? What's happening? 

Different food, same packaging 

And I still got niggas from yards 

Through Stratford, Ilford, Barking and Dagenham 

Have to run up battering anybody when battling 

Black stallion, a man'll come through galloping 

Yeah, you're all panicking 

The old school Ghetto is back again