[Intro: Frisco]
Big Fris
Eskiboy
(Yo, cuz)
Yeah blud you know what season it is (Yeah, cuz)
Boy Better Know, it's nothing long
Best in the game man
Big up the North, South, East, West
And it's all bless, look (Yeah, cuz)
Oi, rudeboy

[Verse 1: Frisco & Wiley]
Oi, blud, you must be taking the piss
There's so many MC guys right now I'm taking my pick
So when I spray these bars rudeboy I won't miss
I got fake MCs imitating and raping my shit, remix and remaking my shit
Drop changing and rearranging my shit
As bad as you wanna be me you can't see me
Kick back relax, don't chat to me greazy
I'm like crack in the game I got fans that need me
And if need be, I'll do a mixtape in a week and give it away for a freebie
So I'm hard on the grind, come to my yard and it's bars that you'll find
Bars that are brown and bars that are white
Bars that are right will lick off a guys headside, when I spray a 16 on the mic
Boy Better Know that I'm mean on the mic
Even when I'm lean and I smoke green on the mic
I'll embarrass your whole team on the microphone, leave the mic alone I spit hype
Can't tell me nuttin' 'cause I say what I like
I don't just say what I write, I spray what I write
And you know I write what I want
And what I want is to show everybody I was out of the game but I'm back and I'm ready
Bang my mixtape out in a month, when I shot that I wanna make more than a lump
And these donuts need to get dunked, get shown up and fully grow up, don't front (Eskiboy)
Frisco's a fully grown man you're just a likkle punk, some big 45 manna pump (Frisco, showing them)
[Verse 2: Wiley]
Justin's busting to take my title, I won't let it go without a fight though
Now he's getting better in the game, tried to be my rival
Really I'm looking down on 'em, as if I was the Eiffel
I might call Kylie for this one, it's likely, we might be swinging 'till nightfall
I'm a straight winner, don't need to be spiteful
Fully grown boy I'm not like you
But if I have to, I'ma start bussing like mic, if you know I'm in a bad mood run for your life
Don't hype with the knife, come slide with the stripe or come along, "Boom Boom!", riding my bike
I swear Just', that's what I'm like
Think I've had a hard life, watch the news my life ain't shite
Then I see you angry, fighting the mic
I'm like, "What's your problem with the mic?"
That's why you shouldn't fuck with the team, don't chuck it with the team
I'm too big, they can't knock him in the scene
I won't get knocked, try top him in the scene
Think the kids off guard, lean on green
I'm so controversial, strong not weak so it's on
Who's on, the remix that you're tryna make a better tune then
I'm superhuman, think that I'm a loser
You keep fucking with the team, then you're gonna be the human losing
I'm an intruder, I'm intruding
When n***as came to the game I was moving, six years later Wiley's still moving
Tell me who's weighty, run out of date
Me I'm on form, no top boys cruising
See a spot in the ranks and try move in
Me I got a spot in the ranks, I ain't moving
[Verse 3: Frisco & Wiley]
Boy Better Know we got the place in a frenzy
You coming against my team is long and it don't make sense like a friendly
So I'll dun' a guy quick like out in a Henry
I got guys all over my flow, I dunno why they all wanna bore and lend me
Stronger than you like the pound to a ben G, I'll duppy MCs don't tempt me
I'm peaking, hear the streets speaking, it's so hard to stop music from leaking
I've given up, I've got life to live out, wisdom to give out, beats to keep beating
I'm on a switch when they say that I'm cheating
And you, you're jealous just 'cause I'm peaking
Been around the track about 10 times week in and you're back there, I know the feeling
So I dare one of these MCs try chat to me bad, and get Boy Better Know mad
Yeah I'm old school like bumping a cab
I can easily make your good day turn bad
I know I gotta do a new video, Gangsters video, bring the title right back
I'm roaming on Roman Road with Frisco and 54 sharks will break your back

[Outro: Wiley]
Yeah, Eskiboy, Frisco
Nothing long, trust me
Boy Better Know
Man's peaking
Big up all the T man, big up all the Nort' London massive
East, West, South, it's nothing long, trust me
Boy Better Know, shh hut yuh muh