[Intro]
Mac-11, fully auto, road sweeper, twelve-hundred rounds a minute. Point and spray. Ain't no subtly when you're repping this bad boy, trust. Yeah, man, the .45 ting - the man stopper. Only the top shotter got one of these, blud. Can know a hole through a brick wall but it kick like a horse, and ammo scarce on road. Revolver, spin, all reliable. Only hold six shots but it don't jam like that under-the-water-version. At the moment of truth, this strap won't let you down. The nine - come in all shapes and sizes, blud. Don't got the stopping power of the .45 but you ain't have no trouble finding one. The gun that flooded the streets. All that call themself a gangster must have one of these

[Hook: Frisco]
My name's Jermaine, they call me J for short
I handle my business, I ain't known to talk
I'm quite handy with the hand 'ting
So if I ain't eating, it's a mad 'ting
I got beef but I ain't watching that
Roll with my nine, so ain't no guy stoppin' that
In other words: I'm on the hype 'ting
I ain't raving, if I can't get my nine in

[Verse 1: Frisco]
Twenty-two and hungry
T.V. itching, I don't know what the queen said
All I know is I gotta get paid, so I go half on the queen's head
Just got a square and the peng is pellico
Try know that it's a lot
Now I can't wait to hit the strip cause this foods gonna have the bits on lockdown
Evil people pree'ing on my income
Burn man's skin when I sting one
Done a lot of dirt in my twenty-two years
Made couple mum cry twenty-two tears
So the semi-auto, nine-milli, yeah, I stay with one
Nothing get's done until you pay man
I'm [?] on road and my name brand
My wasteman dad weren't there, fam it was the streets that raised man
Now I'm hearing 'dem man are onto me, so raving
With no straps kinda long for me
[Hook: Frisco]
My name's Jermaine, they call me J for short
I handle my business, I ain't known to talk
I'm quite handy with the hand 'ting
So if I ain't eating, it's a mad 'ting
I got beef but I ain't watching that
Roll with my nine, so ain't no guy stoppin' that
In other words: I'm on the hype 'ting
I ain't raving, if I can't get my nine in

[Verse 2: Frisco]
Didn't you hear the latest?
Last Friday, outside Faces
Chatting to Keisha in my car
I look up and who do I see walk past?
Paigon! Enemy!
I jumped out on a ting', "fam, you robbed me last year. Fam, don't you remember me?"
Confused, he tried to pretend to be
Whatever then, I had thirteen shots in my nine
No lie, my man must've got about ten of them
Had to get out, had to get back to the ends again
Now that's more beef to think about
Not to mention the corrupt pigs with the sniffers out
It's all mad now, mum said things will end bad now
But you know how the road ting' goes
I done too much dirty to back down
Couple Friday's down the line
I'm at home with a buff ting' taking it easy
Only to get a CD, that's when I see man look all greasy
[Outro: Frisco ]
Who the fuck's that? Who the fuck's that tho?