Know Dat

[Intro: J Spades]
Why get money on your own
When you can get money with your team
And get rich together, you know
It's the head nigga in charge
It's my third year
And I am the talk in these streets

[Chorus: J Spades]
We're the real talk in these streets
We put London on the map
I don't roll with no police
Rather roll around with my strap
Any nigga snitching in my ends haffi leave
And can't come back
And all my niggas, and all my niggas
And all my niggas know dat
In the summertime when the sun ah shine
And all my gyaldem look hot
Got a down bitch, if she's down with it
Might grow some weed in her flat
Gal tell me seh she loves me
And I tell them I love them back
And all my galdem, and all my galdem
And all my galdem know dat

[Verse 1: J Spades]
Nothing worse than a drought, there's nothing about
And you're selling them Z's, 800 an ounce
Niggas like me hear that (click, clack)
Run in your house
Since my niggas run up for real
You, just run up your mouth. Stop it
I need a half a box
And get the next half on consignment (what you mean?)
Ima pay for half
And get the next half on consignment (like seen)
Slide six months and I know dem man deh can't find me
They won't let me blow
So while I'm on the roads I stay grimey (stay grinding)
Finesse that nigga
Ain't nobody gonna stress me out
Somebody gonna stress that nigga
Cause when we left that nigga
Half a brick dun left that nigga
But they've been getting money for a long time
That's just a little setback nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Snap Capone]
Snap Capone the black Mussolini
Got crack in the bottle nigga no genie
357 when man's stepping
Remix the brick then ima sell it
I'm counting up this money thinking 'fuck the plug'
I run up with a brick of buj a nine of dubs
Vivienne Westwood everything
My West ting ten out of ten, Afghan heroin
I stay looking fly in the name of drugs
Niggas talking beef, but we know they're soft
Finesse that strap, disarm that nigga
I've got brick on con, and I ain't gon pay that nigga
Snap Capone from that Southside
Niggas die when we ride
Hollow tips in that G9
I'm on that Eastside of that London
Fields nigga, shit's real nigga
Skrrr skrrr in that Porsche nigga
Headshot blood spill nigga
Got a bad b popping pills nigga

[Chorus]