Lyrics:

[Hook: Kano]
3 wheel-ups in a row
That means Im a direct rudeboy
2 2 yats of my own
That means Im a direct rudeboy
Man cant call up my phone
Then gwan like a direct rudeboy
One side bag and a stoney
Dont make you a direct rudeboy

[Verse 1: Wiley]
Some MCs come with the wickedest talk
But really, dem man chat crap
Acting like a donny but theyre gonna backtrack
When real niggas step on the riddim and chat facts
I dont put myself in places
If I werent there then I werent, lets face it
If you werent there then you werent, thats basic
I kill em with the realest shit and they hate it
Im a diffuser, cant act tougher than you are round me
Ive got youts dem tougher than you are round me
I nearly died for the game, thats right
But some spitters aint nuttin around me
I was getting em hyper, you was touching your lighter
I was king of the mic and Im a motherfucking G
None of you are bad round me, its not only about me though
Let me give a shoutout to my scene

[Verse 2: Kano]
Pussy and rum, thats a rider for real MCs
Me and Wiley had a clash, thats a real MC
Hold tight D Double E, thats a real OG
I said hold tight D Double E, thats a real OG
Mad, reload ting
Pop, pop, pop, thats a reload ting
And when I say its Kano in the house
Everybody knows thats a reload ting
If youve been shotting in the manor from way back when
And you aint on a kilo ting
I dont wanna hear about cunch and food and tings
Man dont do those tings
On-sight, thought he was onside, init
Saw them guys, no shots fired, init
If you aint real then dont ride, init
That postcode, thats offside, init
Badman from which part? Dem man do witchcraft
Dem man do obeah, us man are kosher
Ive been that nigga since Kickers and loafers
In bits where kids dont give a shit about olders
Where man dont care bout fathers
Man just care bout figures
Man dont care bout yards
Man just care bout Bimmers
Man dont care whose arm
Man just care if its blinging
Man dont care bout masks
Manll do it bare-face, init
We dont do none of that bare-face fibbing
The realest shit on your airwaves, init

[Hook: Kano]
3 wheel-ups in a row
That means Im a direct rudeboy
2 2 yats of my own
That means Im a direct rudeboy
Man cant call up my phone
Then gwan like a direct rudeboy
One side bag and a stoney
Dont make you a direct rudeboy

[Bridge: Kano]
Cant tell me nuttin
Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter
Link Jus D red cups out the cupboard
In the jungle, I move with original nuttahs
And the same madman fly out for the summer
Lick two blocks? Who are you? Runners
Shut down dance, who am I? Shottas
Couple wheel-ups at Butterz, thats nuttin
Boiling point, I keep it 100

[Verse 3: Giggs]
Yeah, G goes in
Bag a three-pointer, free throw ting (swish)
Niggas looking at me on a keyhole ting
Im a gangster and a gentlemen, G-host ting
Im a skinny nigga, nigga, me so slim
Put the jimmy on, thats when the D goes in
Man are getting money, type the keycodes in
Please can I have my money? Whats the keycode pin?
Fuck that, niggas wanna act, we back them up
Knife game-giving if its backs, I axe them up (switch it)
Im man of the match, I matched it up
And Im with the bats, I patched it up
Sitting in the trap with crack to cut
Im sitting in the caff and cracked a cup
Im silly with the MAC, man mashed em up
I hit him with the blap, then backed the truck
So gully, we so slick
K, Hollow, we both pimps
Cant look inside the window, nigga, peep those tints
Better tell the waiter, better leave those drinks
Add a little bass, you better leave those synths
Im silly with the clip, Im gonna teach those chimps
Man ah put it on him when we see those wimps
Im finished with the little nigga, hes so rinsed
Hes so jinxed, Im king
And hes no prince
I let it bap, bap, bap, ping ping
And then leave no prints
I said that, that, that, thats me
And yes, hes so skint
Im in the matte black 350
With Clarke, let beef go mince

[Verse 4: Kano]
If you dont look after your own yout, boy
Youre not a direct rudeboy
And youre in DSTRKT popping that Goose, boy
Youre not a direct rudeboy
Bond Street, just bought brand new Gucc, bwoy
And you man cant get a new toy
Thats why a mans BM just preed
Then sent me a direct, rudeboy
16 bars in effect
Might just upset a mans lyrics
Take this pen to your neck
And just Joe Pesci man with it
Cash rules everything around me
Thats word to a Method Man lyric
Yeah, I roll deep in the East
But I still might Megaman with it
Yeah, I said it, yeah, yeah, I said it
Cheques, we get it, cash and collec it
That likkle pellet, that nah gon mek it
Rest his head in that mans spaghetti
Yout dem are menace, nuttin like Dennis
Man got straps, aint even got credit
Kids push prams to Westfield to lick it
And run from pigs, dont even watch Peppa
Real go-getter, geezers know better
But geezers need excitement, says Skinner
Dont resort to violence, no, never
Man just start with violence, go figure
Eat mans food before man eat dinner
Buss that booze, I roll and drink liquor
Left that Giggsy gat for my nigga

[Hook: Kano]
3 wheel-ups in a row
That means Im a direct rudeboy
2 2 yats of my own
That means Im a direct rudeboy
Man cant call up my phone
Then gwan like a direct rudeboy
One side bag and a stoney
Dont make you a direct rudeboy

[Bridge: Kano]
Cant tell me nuttin
Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter
Link Jus D red cups out the cupboard
In the jungle, I move with original nuttahs
And the same madman fly out for the summer
Lick two blocks? Who are you? Runners
Shut down dance, who am I? Shottas
Couple wheel-ups at Butterz, thats nuttin
Boiling point, I keep it 100

[Outro: Kano]
Sweet, geez!