North West Music

It's where I live man, North West 10, North West 6
Stand up
North West 3, North West 1
Whatever man, however high it goes
Listen, uh, yo, look

[Verse 1]

Round here the tugs move boxes, they got iced out watches
Yellow stones in their teeth and crosses
Certain man are smart, put deposits on yards
Cause they know they cannot spend their whole life shotting
Out to the North West gal who love gossip
Love to know who's fucking who and who's hiding in who's closet
And who's hair's real and who's hairs weave
And who's baby father chirped two up in Dream
But bare North West gal are wocking
Taking some cocking while their baby father them are locked in, that's liberties
Cause round 'ere, it's not how nice you are
It's how big your cock is, have you got ratings, how much is in your wallet
Certain man will say their chain cost ten, when their chain cost three
Get exposed when they're robbed for it
Certain man are fronting, they should really stop it
I love the ends though, ca' when the machines come out
That's when you find out who's on it
Who wasn't, who backed it, who dust like Sonic
Let somebody get shot, give me twenty minutes
Make a couple phone calls, I can find out who's shot him
Cause man talk like gal in hairdressers
Plus a lot of man do boxing, be careful who you're rocking
Nuff man are going gym, strengthening their dome
Cause when it's on it's on, if you've got the strap or not
And nuff man lust over gal
Buying bare presents, bare back 'em, get bun and end up in Patrick Clements
Girls love guys who move bird, chicken heads are unpleasant
Any pigeons mind out with them pheasants
Slip? Not me bro!
Might catch me from time to time in Harlesden, copping a meatloaf
It's nuts in the manor bro
Nuff man are like, 'Fuck Carnival', but catch man on the Harrow Road
Tryna catch them outta manor hoes
On a serious note though
Toni-Ann Byfield, may God have her soul, may she rest in piece
It's all nuts though, that happened just down the road
Yeah that was fuckrie star but my zones is on a hype ting
And two many man think they're fucking hard
So get cut with glass or get duppied fast
And all the hood does is just say good and laugh
And when them gun shots beat in a rave, I know nuttin star
Look that's just how it is
And man's favourite line is, 'Suck your Mudda star'
Fuck you, pussy I'm a wicked man beat shots at your Mudda's yard
Like bumbaclaat, every body running everywhere
Someone on the floor with a slug in heart
And this is the truth, it's North West music
That gully, gully, North West music yeah

[Hook]

This here is that North West music
That gully, gully, North West music yeah
And I live this and we live this and we live this
Don't you know oh?
This here is that North West music
That gully, gully, North West music yeah
And I live this and we live this
Don't you know oh?