作词 : Dylan Mills

作曲 : Dylan Mills/Jerome Dowe

Get me

We got a lot to talk 'bout

Raskit, God's Gift

Oi yo

(What you do will come back to you)

What you do will come back to you

What you do will come back to you

(What you do will come back)

Hold your mouth (Hold your mouth)

[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]

Ain't concerned, ain't worried, don't mind

But you should watch your lip (I mean)

The bottom of a 6 foot pit (I mean)

Don't care what creed, colour or kind

Bullets'll make you sit (I mean)

Make you relax, lay down, unwind

Raskit don't give a damn (I mean)

Ain't that bothered not much, don't care

Catch me if you can (I mean)

It's possible you will get hit with a chair

Talk like you're the man (I mean)

If you want beef, you'll get a fair share

Dizzee got a master plan (I mean)

I'm a problem for Anthony Blair

Raskit don't have a bar (I mean)

Don't have it from him, her or dem

I'll make a rudeboy say 'rah' (I mean)

With or without the use of a skeng

Remove you from your car (I mean)

Got a temper, it's big like Ben

And I don't care who you are (I mean)

Move to your boys, I'll move to your men

Raskit don't waste time (I mean)

.22, .38, .9 (I mean)

These digits'll leave you stiff like cramp

You wanna test? That's fine (I mean)

You couldn't take Dizzee Rascal for a tramp

If you cross my line (I mean)

I'll leave you colourful, dazed and damp

I don't want beef today (Nah)

It's not arms today

Let's be friends

Let's not fight today

I feel alright today

Let's be friends

You got a problem, blud

Gats and borers, blud

Hold your mouth

You got a problem, blud

Let's solve it, blud

Gats and borers, blud

Hold your mouth

[Verse 2: Dizzee Rascal]

Yo, it don't make no sense to me

Why fellas don't wanna act sensibly

You better re-check your identity

You better re-check how you speak (Uh)

You don't make no sense to me

I'll make you care intensively

You'll be in a coma for a week

And I really can't come to grips

With how these fellas act just like chicks

But now I retaliate with clips

And now I retaliate with force

You should come to grips

With how you really should watch your lips

You better know we're some lunatics

And that we retaliate, of course

[Verse 3: God's Gift]

You don't wanna feel the heat from my-

I roll deep with my-, I'm always on the street with my-

I eat with my-, I sleep with my-

And I can put you 6 foot deep with my-

Roll straight sound be the street with my-

Drive, I'm never on my feet with my-

I'm only on my feet when I bust heat

And you just ran outta luck with my-

Gunshots leave bodies bruk with my-

And I can make the whole place duck with my-

If you don't wanna get stuck with my-

Run when I get out the truck with my-

And I'll leave your whole jaw bruk with