Skepta – It Ain’t Safe (feat. Young Lord) lyrics

[Intro: Young Lord]
Start from the beginning
Turn my headphones up
Get it squad
Squad, gang gang

[Hook: Young Lord]
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe

[Verse 1: Skepta]
Packs, I sold, had them buzzing on the road
Crack residue in the buttons on my phone
Black leather boots when I run into your home
Ring, ring, pussy, it’s your mummy on the phone
Niggas wanna kill me, tell them “Go and get your uzi”
Bari got the weapon in the pocket of the Ksubi’s
See me on the catwalk, you see me in the movies
Still you can end up dead when you disrespect the goonies

[Hook: Young Lord]
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe

[Verse 2: Skepta]
The traphouse was a shithole, with my niggas
Smokin’ on some indo, looking for the police through the window
Said I’ll be a minute, of course I was an hour
Never disturb a baker when he’s mixing up the flour
Devour these criminals, stepping on my toes
I step into the party, I let everybody know
The heat will bang for a legend on the roads
So keep your hands off my bredrins and my clothes

[Hook: Young Lord]
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe

[Verse 3: Skepta]
You say you always got the toast
But when you see my niggas you look like you see a ghost
These niggas follow fashion, don’t look comfy in their clothes
See them on the roads getting lovey dovey with the hoes
I’ll put you in your place, forreal, you disrespect the clique
Bang brrrang dang dang, on my Lil B shit
From SoHo to the heights, they’re fuckin’ with me heavy
They know me and my gang, we’re the realest on the telly

[Hook: Young Lord]
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops
It ain’t safe

[Outro: Young Lord]
You’ve been duckin’ from me, shawty
You’ve been duckin’ from me, shawty
You’ve been duckin’ from me, shawty
You’ve been duckin’ from me, shawty
You’ve been duckin’ from me, shawty
You’ve been duckin’ from me, shawty
You’ve been duckin’ from me, shawty
You’ve been duckin’ from me, shawty

Alkaline – Buss Head Lyrics

[Intro]
Buss head!
Yo, Young Lord, Young Lord, Young Lord
(Fuck dem up)
Hey…
(Fuck dem up)
Yo Frass

[Chorus]
If Babylon no worry me, then who dem bwoy yah?
Waan violate and no expect gunshot fi fire
Know dem no serious when it comes down to the wire, hey
Buss dem fucking head ’cause dem a prier
Frass, sound up the trumpet like a choir
Man a pick up dem slippers when shot a fire
You never kill nobody, you is a fucking liar, hey
Buss dem fucking head ’cause dem a prier

[Verse 1]
Watch yah now
Roll silent, but we’re lethal
None of my gun dem no legal
We no care who inna your vehicle
Gunshot a kill everybody in a sequal
Tell unuh fi lowe the badness and pree gyal
We a human, but we anuh equal
War cyan buy out, it cyan resolve
No need police, crime no hard fi we solve
Vendetta role silent, but we’re deadly
Pussy dem a chat like Beverly
Anything a anything, me ready
Iron tablet fi a bwoy weh talk heavy
Mi say fi, do wha’ you a do and stop tell me
Cyan trick we, no we’re not friendly
And if a shootout, then a shootout
Make dem know say the drum nuh have no empty a empty
Me mad with a clip and it always a tempt me
Gun smoke give me a high like Sinse
Young Lord, you know the odds is against me
You ask me the reason, me tell you say a envy
Country bwoy come a town a pretend fi killing, know him anuh killer but him a ‘pprentice
‘Par a town, but the bwoy deh a St. E’
Claat the six panse, me a give him ’bout 20

[Chorus]
Babylon don’t worry me, neither dem bwoy yah
Dem cyan violate and no expect gunshot fi fire
Know dem no serious when it comes down to the wire, hey
Buss dem fucking head ’cause dem a prier
Frass, we a sound the trumpet like a choir
Man a pick up dem slippers when shot a fire
Me lose mi shipment, me haffi find a next supplier, hey
Buss dem fucking head ’cause dem a prier

[Verse 2]
Action, nuh have fi talk
Know me a genial and me craft the craft
Body split, 40 parts
Gunshot inna your lungs make it hard fi cough
Murder scene white chalky-chalk
Forensic tell your mother say, she cyan go pass
If me no mean it, me nah go talk
Big all buss heads weh walk the walk
Tracing a joke ting
Cyan bother with the toasting
Fool just get a one strap and now badness a choke him
Damn, wha’ kind of weed dem smoking?
Me a wonder who coach him
Bere gunshot when me approach him
A so me step dem, cockroach him
Why dem a do the most things?
Cyan bother with the toasting
Bwoy just get a one link and now badness a choke him
Damn, wha’ kind of weed dem smoking?
Me a wonder who coach him
Bere gunshot when me approach him
A so me step dem, cockroach him

[Chorus]
Babylon no worry me, neither dem bwoy yah
Cyan violate and no expect gunshot fi fire
Know dem no serious when it comes down to the wire, hey
Buss dem fucking head ’cause dem a prier
Frass, sound up the trumpet like a choir
Man a pick up dem slippers when shot a fire
You never kill nobody, you is a fucking liar, hey
Buss dem fucking head ’cause dem a prier

[Outro]
Fuck dem up, fuck dem up
Fuck dem up