Run Out the Ends

[Intro]
Yo, yo yo
Nasty ting
Show n Prove

[Verse 1]
I am the one
They ain't gonna find another one like me
I can do the grime ting, I can do the rap ting
You heard the song that I sung, my G
We love the gyaldem, she love the mandem
Most of these tings wanna fuck my team
New man come and go all the time
None of these youts never come like me
Might get views but you don't make moves
New Gen ting, you don't bring your crew
Who gets in, brudda? It's not you
Yeah, you got a chain and a wristwatch too?
That's good for you, but I ain't hearin' shit
Cause you ain't pioneerin' shit
Heard your new tune on the radio, yeah it's shit
I don't wanna hear him spit
Way back when [?] said yeah it's that
I was right there in the bits
Man were like "I swear that's my man?"
I don't even care if it is
Can't be scared of a kid
Me, I hit man with headlocks
Then I lick man with leg drops
Figure four leg lock
Might hit man with a 'Sweet chin music'
Load it up, no desktop

[Hook]
Bap, bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Next time man see him round here
Same ting, man a get run out again
Bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Man don't wanna see him round here
My man better just come out the ends
Like bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Man don't wanna see him round here
My man better just come out the ends

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Informers get run out the ends
How you get nicked with so much food
And two months later, come out the pen?
We don't really move like that round here
My man better just come out the ends
We love the gyal dem, she love the mandem
She get gassed when I come out with Renz
I could take your girl home from the club
On the night bus, I ain't gotta jump out the Benz
I ain't gonna flash on none of them tings
Unless they're posing in front of my lens
As a little yout, I was humble
Then I got gassed, then I went humble again
But anyhow, this is '06, bill up in an old whip
Have your whole crew jumping the fence
Worldstar man on my new phone
Then I hit man with the tombstone
DDT for the table, then I get tube home
Bun up your face like kane two-tone
Get me on the top rope hit you with the moonsault
Get me on the turnbuckle hit you with a flew blows
Got a new ting, I call her Edge and Christian
Double [?]

[Hook]
Bap, bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Next time man see him round here
Same ting, man a get run out again
Bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Man don't wanna see him round here
My man better just come out the ends
Like bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Man don't wanna see him round here
My man better just come out the ends

[Bridge]
So why are you around here?
It's not safe round here for you
There's no place round here for you, no, no
What brings you around here?
(Don't save yourself, just save your soul)
It's not safe round here for you
There's no place round here for you, no, no

[Verse 3]
Some rules are made to be broken
Some rules are made to be followed
It's all the same and you're hopeless
It's all in vain or in sorrow
We call today the beginning
We all just aim for tomorrow
It's all the same when you live in
A hall of fame in your borough like

[Hook]
Bap, bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Next time man see him round here
Same ting, man a get run out again
Bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Man don't wanna see him round here
My man better just come out the ends
Like bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Bap, bap, run out the ends
Informers get run out the ends
Man don't wanna see him round here
My man better just come out the ends