Big Crimes

[Intro] Big H Popek WagWan Productions Whisper on the beat H Inside [Chorus: Big H] Still killing them cats, niggas feeling my raps Had to school them, this is English and Maths I get A*'s, when I spray bars, get high when I blaze fam call the fire brigade Killing them cats, niggas feeling my raps Had to school them, this is English and Maths I get A*'s, when I spray bars, get high when I blaze fam call the fire brigade [Verse 1: Big H] Done many crimes, paid many fines, been in the Transit, handcuffed, many times More hoe's, I'm talking more shows, score goals like Paul Scholes When it comes to the coke I'm qualified, call 5-0 tell 'em it's a homicide Please pay respect, or I will spray the Tec Black whip, I'm sick, lemme take a breath I don't ask once, when I blast punks, Mac-10 had niggas doing starjumps Yeah, I'm talking loads of paper, call the flying squad get me a negotiator [Chorus: Big H] [Verse 2: Big H] I stay awake, stood by the door with the small .38, stood by the door all I'm gonna wait, they were like H, goodness sake Call it a day, call it a night, call it a war, call it a fight Grab the machine-gun shoot on sight, they were like H, are you alright Am I alright, am I alright, writing this tune I was up all night I'm up for anything, up for a fight, grab the machine shoot on sight Say something safe, if you say anything say it to my face Why these fools wanna hate on H, I can't hear them I was in space I and I worship carry two swords, I and I music where's my [?] too much violence I was ignored, smashed in windows kicked in doors, big online run up in stores, they were like H, this ain't yours, Bloodline T-Shirt's I was on tours [Chorus: Big H] [Verse 3: Popek] Chodz pokażę Ci Londyn Pokaże Ci gdzie splonął Gdzie wybuchały bomby Zobaczysz wszystkie zakazane mordy ziomuś Sto narodowści tutaj mieszka w jednym domu Mordują się jak w grach Robią wjazd na chate komuś Tutaj GTA na żywo oglądam z balkonu Zamieszki, rozpierdol już jara się Tottenham Zajebali tam gangstera z Londyńskiego ghetta Dzieciaki ze wszystkich gangów stoją z butelkami w rękach 150 na godzinę przeżjdża karetka Policja przestępca kałmie i przekręca Zastrzelił go policjant jak płatny morderca Każdy ponad prawem o tym ta piosenka Brutalnie zajebali Marka krew mają na rekach [Outro]