Bugzy Malone – M.E.N 2 Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yo
Bugzy Malone
You know

[Verse 1]
I hit the top like I don’t know what
Now 500’s Play-Doh gwop
And these man tryna take my spot when I’m sitting at home with writer’s block
But there’s not an MC as eloquent as me
Let me get that clear
And my accountant said, I can make a million and not make a track this year
Now how’s that for a turnover?
I made a gilet and a holster
Felt like I looked in the mirror when I seen the new JD poster
And it sold out so fast, they want me to sign contracts like they’re O2 or Voda
In exchange for exposure
But still I don’t feel any closer to the real answer
Why did I wanna be a gangster?
When will I get rid of this pain?
Feels like I’m in handcuffs
I wanna fly to the south of France
I wanna learn how to Salsa dance
The chef come here
‘Cause everybody in the restaurant kept watching man
And I’m thinking “wait are they watching man?”
Did he think I’m a prick, or are they just secret fans?
Blessed by a God, fear no man
But my heart still beats when I see a police van
I was hungover
In Phuket I couldn’t stay sober
I needed a break from pulling a straight face, I don’t play poker
I was out there looking at the pelicans
Stroking the tigers and elephants
MC’s all fighting for relevance
But I’m on the next level of eloquence
Where do I get it from?
Did I get it from him? Could it be a white could it be a black thing?
Must be the reason I’m the captain
Must be the reason I overlapped him
‘Cause I’m dedicated
Me I could have got relegated
Imagine I would have hesitated
Where would I be if I never made it?
But I did
Now I’m in a new 7 bedroom crib with spotlights in the ceiling it’s sick
No bean bag I’ve got a Lamborghini on the ramp and I don’t use it
I’ve got a grand piano in front of the Mona and everything cocaine white
But I don’t get to see it much these days ’cause I’m always out taking a flight
Thinking about before it all went bad
Never got dissed off my real dad
And now he tells people that I never give him anything
As if he was there from scratch
How did it get so negative
Between old friends and fake relatives
I’ve come quite far on a reminisce
To get rid of these toxic energies
An old friend tells people that I put money on his head
As if I’m still pissed off
And we was friends from about year 9
And he tried to get my door kicked off
Cocaine’s one hell of a drug, yeah I’ve seen what it does
I watched man fall from the mountains
Turned from a bad boy to a scruff
I’m still out here holding it up
I’m still backstage holding a cup
Dark is still my co-defendant
I’m in a film about money and drugs
I told my agent, “tell Guy Ritchie he don’t need to pay me”
As I was watching Snatch, that’s my all time favourite gangster movie
I ended up in the GR, singing Irish songs to the ukulele
Sophisticated conversation, had me feeling so creative (So creative)

[Verse 2]
I feel detached from reality, now I’m on a footballer’s salary
I flew to Rome, and the roof of the Sistine chapel look like an art gallery
Me I got close to insanity
On the roadside moving raggity
Now I’m in the Vatican, thinking strategy
Can’t think of an MC in my category
All this from a 1-bedroom flat
I wanted a reminder not to look back
That’s the reason why, I got ‘King of the North’ tattooed right across my six-pack
And the artist came from Italia, the home of the mafia
I’m never in debt, I’m a Lannister, you know I’m of a different calibre
I climbed to the top without a banister
And last year got smashed, no manager
Man can say what they want but I’ll never let anyone assassinate my character
Some relationships don’t work
And the separation hurts
I know these are simple words but I always told her I loved her first
I used to be so immature
Even though the love was pure
I was never always all yours
Some of them nights on tour
You could’ve walked out through the open door
When the love turned into a war
And now I’m gonna buy you a house so you know you’re secure (Sometimes I don’t know, no no no)
Let me get it off my chest (Sometimes I don’t know, no no no)
Turns out how no matter how much money I make I still can’t pay to correct (Sometimes I don’t know, no no no)
All of the trauma it still feels fresh, but never again will that get me depressed
Don’t mind going out as a legend as long as I’m known as Manchester’s best

[Outro]
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t kno- oh oh oh
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t kno- oh oh oh
Sometimes I don’t know

Bugzy Malone – Aggy Wid It Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, yeah

[Verse 1]
Get-get mad, get aggy wid it
I’m a bully to the beat, I’m a daddy wid it
I hold her so tight when I’m doing my ting, she told her friends I’m a baddy wid it
Uh, don’t bother wid it
I’m a double champion, I’m Conor init
Give me the beat, give me the mic, I swear down you already know I’m bodying it
Uh, way too mucky wid it
If it’s not dank, I’m not fucking wid it
If she’s not gang, I’m not woodying it
Them man are jokers, they’re funny with it
Uh, he keeps copying it
Down to the way I dress, he’s copying it
Down to the way I do my ting on Instagram, I checked his and he’s copying it
Uh, too calm wid it
Them man are Sports Direct, I’m Harvey Nichs
His new CD’s so dry that I hope that he hands out some lip balm wid it
Yeah, too raw wid it
So hard, I’ll snap man’s jaw wid it
You’re not a serious guy, you’re a doughnut, you’re gonna make man snap in a minute

[Hook]
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap

[Verse 2]
MC’s struggling ’cause they smoke too much weed when they chill with the bros
I don’t wanna be like them, are you mad? When they see me it’s like seeing a ghost
Speaking of ghosts, she died her hair blonde and thinks she’s Marilyn Monroe
She wears too much makeup and it’s gross
Plus she smokes, it’s a joke
MC’s struggling on the low
Telling us things that we already know
Drilla, drilla, drilla gang
Drilla, drilla, make it bang
Drill it, bill it, flip it, light it
Whip it, whip it, whip it, wipe it
You know crap, you’re chatting crap
I look back, I’ve overlapped
I don’t have to trap and be an MC
You’re not proper if you’ve gotta do both
Yeah I miss bagging, bagging, bagging up
But I make way too much money from shows

[Hook]
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap

[Verse 3]
This one’s a straight up wobbler
This one’s aggy like Pogba
It’s like I warn bankers when it comes out of the speakers, it might rock ya
Uh, this one’s dangerous
This one’s killing off haters
This one’s wiping out any MC in a five-hundred mile radius
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
And if you don’t want holes in your boat, don’t come anywhere near me
Oh no, no you don’t, not in your wildest dreams
I’ll release the hounds on man in the night and listen to the barks and screams

Man know the season

[Hook]
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap

[Outro]
Man know the season
Bugzy Malone, ya know