[Chorus: The Streets]
You want proof? You want proof?
Give a man a mask, he'll tell the truth
You want truth? You want truth?
Run up your flag on the roof
You want proof? You want proof?
Give a man a mask, he'll tell the truth
You want truth? You want truth?
Give me a mask, I'll give you truth

[Verse 1: Jaykae]
I might still put a crop in thingy's
I slid round your block, I seen all your mates and, blud, they're all minges
Man don't believe in bring-ins so I flew that door off the hinges
No time for a prick that whinges, I'll put 'em in Muay Thai clinches
Blud, watch my Stoney, it's vintage, ah, hooligan business
Fam, I know bare gangsters that'll never call police
Friends in jail, I'll send 'em all P's
Blud, jump off your pedestal, geez
Incredible steez, wicked man like General Levs
Blessed you ain't gotta pay medical fees
Like dead 'em all, dead 'em all, dead 'em all please
Got a hot SQ5 plated up, gloves and a mask when I weighed it up
You won't see me when I've made enough
I put man on the bench, ain't played enough
I get shit done for a fat lazy fuck
This lifestyle was made for us
No label, they can't label us
We're gentlemens, we're not dangerous
What's a hooligan, ah? A violent young troublemaker
A good job will take you round the world
Ain't got a clue where a gun'll take ya
Us lot, yeah, we love a straightener
Fuck you, fuck them, fuck a hater
She wants to fuck, I'll fuck her later
I'll Judas a man 'cause he was a traitor
[Chorus: The Streets]
Proof? You want proof?
Give a man a mask, he'll tell the truth
You want truth? You want truth?
Run up your flag on the roof
You want proof? You want proof?
Give a man a mask, he'll tell the truth
You want truth? You want truth?
Give me a mask, I'll give you truth

[Verse 2: Jaykae]
I still might get a box and break it
I went to my yard and I rolled me a spliff and now I'm frustrated
Far too long that I've waited, I think they're tryna get me wasted
Way too intoxicated, I couldn't give two shits if I'm rated
Blud, I spent three quid on a bracelet
That's bro but we ain't related
Nah, fam, I know bare gangsters but I won't phone 'em
Bare man living in slow motion, flexing their guns like Hulk Hogan
But your face ain't hench, you'll still end up with your nose broken
Puffed up black eye, so swollen
Pushing a door that I won't open
Yeah, I don't eat pork but I drink pints
Don't ask for help, I think twice
Foot's still stepping on windpipes
Double XL, I'm king-sized
And if AH fights, I'm ringside
My guy's won't let a thing slide
Out of sight but you're in mind
But it's Invasion when I'm inside
Yo, don't talk shit, look after your peeps, and give back to the streets
And don't ever shit on your own doorstep, and don't chat to police
And you know that your bredrins backing the beef, if you ask, he's a cheat
And we go so hard on the weekends, yeah
'Cause we fucking graft in the week, that's right, I'm a hooligan