Pay Attention - 98s, Stally, 지미

Rise it up and slam it

Two waps in the ride, don’t panic

Slap it, whack him, we left him battered

Shank swingin', that’s ketchup splattered

I’m a savage, I’ll do man bad

Straight drop, dinners, no magic

Fuck up my cash, I can’t do cats bad

I love it when the funds run rapid

Bad one wants all of my time

Like she don’t know I’m in the t house laggin'

White girl bangin', dark one smashin', phone line’s crackin', up it

I love the sound when the mash starts slappin'

We really do what we say, we ain’t out here for no fashion

And I was that little hood rat that was trappin' out block, shit

Bottoms tucked into my socks, rammy always cah don’t lie for no opps

Nina livin', Ly still ringin', beg a man try put hands on my prof

Beg a man try put hands on my guys, the guys will probably have the strip taped

off

Phone-calls like «What happened over them side?

What?

Which block»

I was probably taggin' up, calculatin' how much pros I’ma make off the bud this

month

It’s mad how dem man love chat on the net

But when they get hit up there’s not much said

Talkin' wild or snatched for a fed, way I flex, we ain’t built like them

(Wasteman)

Pay attention when you slide

If it’s opps, lit sky

Bring it back, rewind

Rise at pigs, clap, then go hide

And I’m swingin' my arm like I’m Rob Van Dam

I’m runnin' man down like we’re doin' up tag

Long clip, call it mag

Double-tap, take him out

Pay attention when you slide

If it’s opps, lit sky

Bring it back, rewind

Rise at pigs, clap, then go hide

And I’m swingin' my arm like I’m Rob Van Dam

I’m runnin' man down like we’re doin' up tag

Long clip, call it mag

Double-tap, take him out

Rollin'

I’m on the rear with the ting controllin', it’s lookin' for boy dem

Many occasion we plan to annoy dem

That block’s quiet, bringin' the noise in

Send man down south like Croyden

Get on the stolen, it’s us they’re avoidin'

The bells are golden or green and red, pick your poison

Choices get made on sight, not after, ready and roll for the action

I give him a ching if he’s askin' for one, I give him some more,

say I’m overreacting

See them at the junction with a burner, it’s nothin' to clap 'em

Somethin' gets slappin', light, camera, action, they run off before it’s

flashin'

Get done, was it Nine or Holly?

Really attempted, tried it properly

Lock off the vibe, Tally’s all pissed

She’s sayin' the party was poppin'

Girls say I sound kind of Cockney

Mental so hot that the army’s spottin'

Spent an arm and a leg on them arms

So him havin' abs really ain’t no problem

98 Gang, pattern up guns and barbies, lock them

They got drugs, don’t know how to dock them

They got garms, don’t know how to rock them

Take the chance, crash out of a foreign

Have a hunch that we there, then we doin' 'em horrid

Brink a ZK too if the wap moves dodgy

Rollin', really tryna catch us a body

Pay attention when you slide

If it’s opps, lit sky

Bring it back, rewind

Rise at pigs, clap, then go hide

And I’m swingin' my arm like I’m Rob Van Dam

I’m runnin' man down like we’re doin' up tag

Long clip, call it mag

Double-tap, take him out

Pay attention when you slide

If it’s opps, lit sky

Bring it back, rewind

Rise at pigs, clap, then go hide

And I’m swingin' my arm like I’m Rob Van Dam

I’m runnin' man down like we’re doin' up tag

Long clip, call it mag

Double-tap, take him out