"Radana" lyrics
Tricky, Mitch Sanders & Radana Lyrics
Ayy, Mitch, pass me the ting, man
Ayy, Tricky, I'm gonna do this, man
Who's Radana? Me, see me clearly, boy
I play to win, eyes open, closed or peeping, man
Blindfolded, still I plunge my Nora
Till I hit my target or I've been floored
I'm prepared for the beef and I know about the losing type
I'm out here in full, so everything gets lit up
Big talkers, didgy guys, they ain't near me, nah
Crow squadron, street people all ride with me, come on
See, it's time for the final takeover
UK's here at the table, move over
It's took a long time, but time was perfecting
Some rappers outside now stepping up their repping, you know
It's this street life put down on plastic
Some rappers talk the truth and others are basic
But, boy, I can't front this, real niggas know me
UK thug side, your bitch probably touch me
But I don't give a fuck, I'm on my block and it's lovely
Arrogant as fuck, street-rob like a hobby
Bitch, don't snitch when you end up in the ditch
Do real 'cause chills come quicker than normal
When things ain't right and mouths flap, that's trouble
Real do real and keep their mouths zipped in a rumble
You're all pedigree, and all my niggas are mongrels, prick
We're heavenless
We're heavenless
I hear those guns tonight
I hear those guns tonight
We're heavenless
We're heavenless
I hear those guns tonight
I hear those guns tonight
This is for my niggas on the grind
Where hard times collide with worse times and deliver mad cases
When niggas smoke weed and the five don't like it
So they hit us with a drug charge
That's why I push on the pedal hard
I'm gone, just setting it off
Have the sirens spinning bonkers like they just seen Saddam
Listen, I am Radana, hoodie up, bottoms low
And if I get my gun out, please don't think it's for show
I grind hard, harder then them chumps representing you
Dana's on his block with the crack and the hero' too
I stay with some heroes, duke, try your luck
You'll get twist up, fucked up and murked and pissed on if necessary
Used to be about money, power, respect
Until pricks took the stand, now it's just about money
I'm prepared to swing my metal if any niggas push me
Chin up, gun out, eating papi's cookies
When niggas act like broads, you can tell that they're rookies
I'm fresh off my corner, head's harder now, Your Honour
Shoulda listened to Pac, it's gasoline on a fire
Me Radana, me Radana
We're heavenless
We're heavenless
I hear those guns tonight
I hear those guns tonight
We're heavenless
We're heavenless
I hear those guns tonight
I hear those guns tonight
Ayy, Tricky, I'm gonna do this, man
Who's Radana? Me, see me clearly, boy
I play to win, eyes open, closed or peeping, man
Blindfolded, still I plunge my Nora
Till I hit my target or I've been floored
I'm prepared for the beef and I know about the losing type
I'm out here in full, so everything gets lit up
Big talkers, didgy guys, they ain't near me, nah
Crow squadron, street people all ride with me, come on
See, it's time for the final takeover
UK's here at the table, move over
It's took a long time, but time was perfecting
Some rappers outside now stepping up their repping, you know
It's this street life put down on plastic
Some rappers talk the truth and others are basic
But, boy, I can't front this, real niggas know me
UK thug side, your bitch probably touch me
But I don't give a fuck, I'm on my block and it's lovely
Arrogant as fuck, street-rob like a hobby
Bitch, don't snitch when you end up in the ditch
Do real 'cause chills come quicker than normal
When things ain't right and mouths flap, that's trouble
Real do real and keep their mouths zipped in a rumble
You're all pedigree, and all my niggas are mongrels, prick
We're heavenless
We're heavenless
I hear those guns tonight
I hear those guns tonight
We're heavenless
We're heavenless
I hear those guns tonight
I hear those guns tonight
This is for my niggas on the grind
Where hard times collide with worse times and deliver mad cases
When niggas smoke weed and the five don't like it
So they hit us with a drug charge
That's why I push on the pedal hard
I'm gone, just setting it off
Have the sirens spinning bonkers like they just seen Saddam
Listen, I am Radana, hoodie up, bottoms low
And if I get my gun out, please don't think it's for show
I grind hard, harder then them chumps representing you
Dana's on his block with the crack and the hero' too
I stay with some heroes, duke, try your luck
You'll get twist up, fucked up and murked and pissed on if necessary
Used to be about money, power, respect
Until pricks took the stand, now it's just about money
I'm prepared to swing my metal if any niggas push me
Chin up, gun out, eating papi's cookies
When niggas act like broads, you can tell that they're rookies
I'm fresh off my corner, head's harder now, Your Honour
Shoulda listened to Pac, it's gasoline on a fire
Me Radana, me Radana
We're heavenless
We're heavenless
I hear those guns tonight
I hear those guns tonight
We're heavenless
We're heavenless
I hear those guns tonight
I hear those guns tonight
Writer(s): Adrian Nicholas Matthew Thaws, Mitchell Lee Sanders, Dwaine Browne
