[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 knock 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 verdict. 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

[Chorus: 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 (Done though)
Just got a square and the peng is pellico, try know that it's a lot (Yeah)
Now I can't wait to hit the strip cause this foods gonna have the bits on lockdown (You get me)
Evil people pree'ing on my income (Baw, baw)
Burn man's skin when I sting one (Sky, sky)
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 (Yes)
Nothing get's done until you pay man
I'm bait on road and my name brand
My wasteman dad weren't there, fam, it was the streets that raised man (Yeah, yeah)
Now I'm hearing 'dem man are onto me, so raving
With no straps kinda long for me (Mad ting)
[Chorus: 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 (Yeah)
Chatting to Keisha in my car
I look up and who do I see walk past?
Paigon, enemy
I jumped out on a ting like, "Fam, you robbed me last year, fam, don't you remember me?"
Confused, he tried to pretend to be (Dickhead)
Whatever then, I had thirteen shots in my nine
No lie, my man must've got about ten of them (Sky)
Had to get out, get back to the ends again
Now that's more beef to think about
Not to mention the corrupt pigs with the sniffers out (For real though)
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 (You get me?)
Couple Friday's down the line
I'm at home with a buff ting taking it easy
Run to the car, only to get a CD
That's when I see man look all greasy
[Outro: Frisco]
Who the fuck's that, though? Who the fuck's that?
Huh