Pull It - Stormin, Merctson

No time-wasting, I’m the one that’s kicking it off

I used to be the road yout, the one that’s licking it off

Always been a hard bredda, no, I’ve never been soft

Always been about money but there’s never enough

Never paid for boxes, I was ticking them off

Now I’m selling out box office, kicking it off

Fans go home, say that I’m ripping it up

Sponsored by Ghost, my dons are sipping it up

When I’m smoking, you know that it’s the top of the top

When I was young, I saw Pay As U Go on Top of the Pops

I said to my pops: «time to put the family «Tell them I’m coming down and writing bars and flipping the box

Sixteen years old, I took no locks

Wasn’t good at shotting, every time, I flopped

I can say I’ve had my bars on lock

So when I spray, the DJ will (pull it)

When we’re in the dance, jumping on stage

We make the DJ (pull it down)

Spray one bar, get an uproar

And the DJ will (pull it down)

When we’re in the dance, jumping on stage

We make the DJ (pull it down)

Spray one bar, get an uproar

And the DJ will (pull it, pull it, pull it)

Enter the dance with my bouncer, Bullet

If it kicks off, he’ll pull it

Going on rude like Gullit, how can I put it?

Don’t want no beef tonight, but should it

Kick off, then heads get lick off

Then you’ll get moved to, but it shouldn’t

Move smart, risk my career?

I wouldn’t

Waste my money on girls?

I couldn’t

Rep my firm just like

Never catch me in a park with a

More likely inna dance counting fifties and tenners

More money, more problems, more money, more bredders

Rep for my dons in jail, Joey and Weathers

All about money, more money, more cheddar

Flop on the riddim?

No way, I will never

Used to sound swag, but now I sound better (pull it)

When we’re in the dance, jumping on stage

We make the DJ (pull it down)

Spray one bar, get an uproar

And the DJ will (pull it down)

When we’re in the dance, jumping on stage

We make the DJ (pull it down)

Spray one bar, get an uproar

And the DJ will (pull it, pull it, pull it)

Yeah, run it on 'em, black attire

Never common, who’s blogging?

Clock my writer side

Tunes dropping, watch me catch it

Like organic, I eat the riddim, my appetite’s right

Bound for the, bound for the, it’s going off like we’re in Saudi A

Soulj next to me and he’s rowdier

Storm there, Billson skanking, piere shot

Could be two miles away, you’ll hear that

I come out on the stage in a way you don’t know

but the top’s Kenzo

«Match Fit» got three wheels in The Den, bro

Ask Ashley, he captured everyting through the lens, yo

I don’t lend flows but niggas borrow 'em

Got so many of 'em, man, I might start flogging 'em

Pour some Henny, them niggas are dead, man smothered 'em

I’m on a Shabba ting,

Ragga man, reggae,

Tell an old timer or a new nigga fi sekkle

I’ve been in the ghetto rolling with a rebel, yeah

Hear them talk about the manor but they’re never there

I was made in the manor like K, never had a KA

Ain’t been broke for over a decade

I’m DMX and Nas and Belly

I said it already, I’m two times more heavy, ah

When we’re in the dance, jumping on stage

We make the DJ (pull it down)

Spray one bar, get an uproar

And the DJ will (pull it down)

When we’re in the dance, jumping on stage

We make the DJ (pull it down)

Spray one bar, get an uproar

And the DJ will (pull it, pull it, pull it)

Pull it

P-pull it

P-p-pull it

P-p-p-p-pull it, pull it, pull it