| Heat Up, Heat Up |
| Jet Le, Wiley, Breeze gonna eat the beat up |
| Scratchy’s on the beat let us eat the beat up |
| Let’s get the boys that are bout to heat up |
| Roll Deeper. |
| Jet one, Jet two, Jet three |
| Jus got a strap, people guarded by me |
| But hear i got a story to tell |
| See the life of leisure child, wonderin why things so foul |
| You can 1st one, and Im gonna get the next |
| Next one will give a stone cold supplex |
| I’ma top boy, who seen alot of cold things |
| Sha-Shoot-Shot-Sharp cold tings |
| We Roll Deep but we never judge though |
| Cuz we get that cheddar but the rings still slow |
| Backwards and forwards and left, right go |
| Jus let Wiley make you get your dou |
| Row Row Row ya boat gently down the stream |
| And if you don’t want holes in ya boat |
| Don’t Roll on the Roll Deep team |
| No No No You don’t, you only Roll Deep in ya dreams |
| If that’s what your tellin me you must be my enemy |
| You ain’t heard the word on the streets |
| Well half this, half that there |
| But, nah Im not a mixed up breah |
| Hell No, not a half up here |
| They should know I fully run, don’t care |
| But I got stuff to share |
| Got a noog shot for ya old dear |
| Empty the clip, I got a few shots spare |
| I shot the Sherriff but I don’t shot gear |
| Call me chemical ali |
| Bust bare face, cop no bali |
| Cost contact, not to pali |
| Run around town, but you can’t keep a tally |
| On me, and you know what i carry |
| I don’t wanna do a big bird like larry |
| I got bad boi material |
| Stay whats good, and stick up ya aerial |
| Row Row Row ya boat gently down the stream |
| And if you don’t want holes in ya boat |
| Don’t Roll on the Roll Deep team |
| No No No You don’t, you only Roll Deep in ya dreams |
| If that’s what your tellin me you must be my enemy |
| You ain’t heard the word on the streets |
| My way now, make way for the Kingpin |
| But the jawside bash, you know I mixin |
| Scratch won’t pass what ya jinxin |
| Music in my jeans like gymsin |
| Make sure that I’m there when ya sinkin |
| write lyrics and lyrics with out thinkin |
| Is it a long ting nah its a quik ting |
| Two swords when they hit its like, schling, schling |
| When I step into the ring its like, ding, ding |
| But the watch on my wrist is like, bling, bling |
| But the girls on my line its like ring, ring, ring, out |
| And when ya thinkin, screwin ya caught ya gash winkin |
| Shes lickin her lips, and linkin |
| Gettin big, til the other crew shrinkin |
| Row Row Row ya boat gently down the stream |
| And if you don’t want holes in ya boat |
| Don’t Roll on the Roll Deep team |
| No No No You don’t, you only Roll Deep in ya dreams |
| If that’s what your tellin me you must be my enemy |
| You ain’t heard the word on the streets |
| [TRIM} |
| I’m bad boy Trim on a bad boy ting |
| If you’re not a bad boy, dis aint you ting |
| If you try sittin on my skin, I leave metal in skin and take kettle again the |
| names Trim |
| I love to swing, I’ll unplug ya shin |
| Drug ya drink, fuck ya link |
| Whats.up with him |
| Boy with the .38 box wit him |
| and thats Trim cuz hes got no hair to cut with him |
| But who’s Trim, do a lift and you’ll losin |
| Keep cruisin, and I’ll, feel usin |
| Yeah he’s name’s Trim, cuz |
| he never was a trim, never gon’trim, and he begin |
| Wait.are ya listenin… LISTEEEN |
| Row Row Row ya boat gently down the stream |
| And if you don’t want holes in ya boat |
| Don’t Roll on the Roll Deep team |
| No No No You don’t, you only Roll Deep in ya dreams |
| If that’s what your tellin me you must be my enemy |
| You ain’t heard the word on the streets |
| Im the big mic man |
| I got lyrics for the gash, weed man and mash man |
| You know how we go we keep it taliban |
| Badderman, showerman, we keep it straight up golly man |
| Jawside! thats what this lyric is, in ya Jawside! |
| Thats what this lyric is, no miss, jus spits, jus hold ya tight shits |
| don’t step to this when im on a spit |
| When I’m on the spit, you want to run quick |
| they wasnt physically fit, they wasnt lyrically fit |
| they wasnt wit it for the gigantic, mi antics |
| noog shot, jawside, run away shit |
| What you think im bussin numo flows |
| Like you an them numerals |
| Nah, its a runaway ting, no one bones in, i know what i do wit jawsin |
| Row Row Row ya boat gently down the stream |
| And if you don’t want holes in ya boat |
| Don’t Roll on the Roll Deep team |
| No No No You don’t, you only Roll Deep in ya dreams |
| If that’s what your tellin me you must be my enemy |
| You ain’t heard the word on the streets |