Hickory Dickory

(We roll deep) x 16

Verse 1:
I just done the whole dance now and I go home
Now his friend wants me to spit my bars on his phone
He wants me to do the warrior chant (blelele)
He said he wants it for his ringtone
I said you know what fam, nah, I gotta go
Try man I see Flowdan saying "[?] and get wicked, we leave man for 6 like [?]"
So I said alright then, let me drop my flow
I said try take the mic coz I ain't got a [?]
I an't rich but i got a few bob
You don't nick, you don't jack, you don't rob
You ain't running up on my gang
I roll with the biggest man, can't you tell
You and your [?] will get thrown off a cliff
I wouldn't chat that shit around mine
Who's leg are you trying to pull?

Chorus:
Hickory dickory dock
Make pounds around the clock
We wrap em up and stack em up and then we park em off
Hickory dickory dock
The hustle never stops
Always grime and keep on grinding till the day you drop

Verse 2:
I don't chat to the chiefs big man
I'm on lighting up your [?] fam
Name's not billy but the kid gets silly in the middle of the no man's land
They don't want it with the likes of me
Waste man won't get his stripe from me
But i bet good money that a change of plan when i run up on a whole army
Them boys can't touch me with a barge
So why your soldiers giving it the large [?]
It's not a skip on no more rudeboy, them boys better call me sarg
Coz I get money in the trenches
I'm on beef, not hitting the fence
I've been clutching on the fence too long rudeboy, I'm ready let the war commence

Chorus

Verse 3:
Look, I treat beef like a house and move in
Things in the house, who's in?
I run my mouth till the cows come in and tune in
And spread foot and mouth in every house they move in
I move in
Coz they don't want beef, they want music and they hate us coz we can do this
But they ain't [?] you might as well [?]
You know
It's all music to me
Some confuse it with beef
And think i'm just gonna be [..?] [moving to me?]
We can do this all day
Me, me, me, me
They say i've changed
I say you see me in the street
Please don't confuse him with me
Bad boy trim, bad boy[?]

Chorus

Verse 4:
Who said ought?
You'd better mind out, you'll be spread out
On the floor with the left side of your head out
[?]
[transcription incomplete, this and one more verse missing]