48 Bars Lyrics & Tabs by Kano
48 Bars
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Let the beat drop, let the beat drop
Yo its K-A-N-O, listen, Beats and Bars
I'm busy but I still pop up on road
Roll with my niggers that plot for the dough
Bait motherfuckers got a box in the Golf
Got shit on lock like cocks in Bow
On stage you ain't topping my show
My clique's hardcore like rock and roll
Roll on the road with a pocket of dough
You're broke prick you can't even top up your phone
You might find that I got my cock in your ho
When you bought her a bracelet, a watch and a phone
I buy rounds don't try floss me a mo
Cos that's how much these brandys cost me with coke
'05 niggers better watch me get dough
I buy rounds don't try floss me a mo
Cos that's how much these brandys cost me with coke
'05 niggers better watch me get dough
What d'you think I just had on lock for the mo
You watch the pennies, try and cut back
We rave in a six whip, clique, you get a bus back
And we bring the ting cos you can't trust blacks
So the windows are tinted and the cars black
There's no limit on it cos the credit cards black
Nah it's gold but still I get fast cash
Cos if it ain't big dough then we nah chat
I'm just in the car-park after for gash
And I don't make love fuck that
It's more like beef when we buss, when she buss I buss back
When I come on rush to the front, fuck the back
And pop pop pop feel free buss a strap
And no disrespect MC's but I'm back
So ollie ollie ollie please cut the crap
The most hyped kid but this one can rap
Even got the manager doing
I'm hot like a hundred degrees
So fuck that chain on your chest you're a fronter to me
So don't talk reckless in front of me
And if it ain't P's then you come to me
I'm the MC the yutes come to see
I write easy, the truth comes to me
So here's what I'm saying, I ain't one to chief
So don't be saying 'suck your mum' to me
I ain't letting no MC fuck with me
I'll beat you up on stage, fuck the beat
And it won't be sweet when you buck up with me
Especially if there's something tucked underneath
I got a little buffers tucked under sheets
And she only shakes her bum bum for me
And she dun knows I dun bun MC's
I bun MC's like rastas bun weed
So if you say it's beef then come come to east
Act dumb-diggy-diggy-d-dumb-dumb and see
