Lyrics:

(feat. Wiley)



You really don't have to do this,

why do people jus ask for things when they dont really want it

they should jus shut up



Uh uh uh uh (whaaat) uh uh (im your fitness instructor) uh uh uh uh

(i jus wanna make my money, you make yours) uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

(it's time for some exercise) uh uh uh (what) uh uh uh uh (make money

or shut up) uh uh uh uh uh



Yo, i don't promote no violence but if that boy gets arrogant i'll

leave that boy in the basement so,

done with the bat dnt talk jus walk

i'm not a female beater but if that girl gets facety ill

slap that girl all hasty cos she might be buff but she's not ruff

i can't believe i'm hearing that boy thinks i'm not dangerous

let me draw his girlfriend home cut no slack she'll never go back

marriage, love, wife please!

all that talk is stupid plus i don't believe in cupid cos

sometimes most times everyone 2 times



[CHORUS]

who do they think they are

U push me too far

LOOK i don't care who you are

NO i'm a super, superstar

who do they think they are

U push me too far

LOOK i don't care who u are

NO



Yo, yo i dont obey no policemen cos they forget they're human uh

get excited quickly but, he aint got a gun i'll kick him and run (tell him)

don't tell me about roaming cos queen elizabeth dont know me so

how can she control me when i live street and she lives neat

i love raising conscience but there's jus too much violence uh

i can't stand no nonsense uhhh

book me, watch me, hear me, pay me

i've been far too friendly now

everybody wants a favour but i'm not no ones saviour cos

where was you when i was blue?!



[CHORUS]



Yo, talk in the mike i'll talk neat

talk to your wife i'll talk sweet

talkin tough i'll talk wid my feet

rascals run like red meat

talk act talk rough

talk sexy talk buff

certain girls talk nuff

talk anything, anywhere, any stuff

yeah we got style, we'll get cash

yeah we got style, we'll make cash

cetain man talk trash

act funny act flash

bring your bora, bring your mash

get banged, get bashed

we don't care who they are, where they are

if they wanna bring the beef we aint far



[CHORUS]



I was hot steppin in my nike m sneaker

you didn't know i was an mc beater, defeater

giving the mc a sleeper

i'm in to win fairly i'm not a cheater

i'm starving, hungry ready to eat her

your drinks sweet but my drinks sweeter though

i'm getting stronger bro your getting weaker bro

i came straight from the gutter lay low

i'm a ninja turtle u can't step into my circle

in a sound flash i will hurt you

paper, astor thats what im lookin 4

anyone wanna make paper they put they're face on the floor and chew

thats what a want

i wanna true ting a double bed fling with a true ting

wiley, rascal that's the boom ting

gyal wanna bang on my bed

no long ting!



[CHORUS x2]



shutup no one can't say nothing ever

i'm your fitness instructor