Big Zuu – Playing Games lyrics

[Intro: Big Zuu]
B-I, B-I

[Verse 1: Big Zuu]
I take time when I step
See, my mind's on my grind, not trying to flex
Big Zuu, known for mic igniting and decks
Take a chip from the deck, then I'm lighting a stench
Stay high on the regs cuh I came from the lows
Me, I do it for my bros till my stack's all wedge
I don't care 'bout being backed by a ledge
Cuh the bars wavy, push boats to the edge
Real to my word and I know what I said
They're some part-time shottas, can't mess with the Z
Try warn, brother, knew you'd get finessed with the lev
But they don't know about West
These likkle youts gotta get baptised to be blessed on my ends
See, you're too gassed on your block
If you mark all your stock
There's some bruddas that will get some shares
Just by investing in skengs
I know bruddas in pen 'cause of shoot-outs
I know bruddas with mad lines like tube routes
But they lay low, ain't tryna do clout
These youts buss a likkle shot
And that's what their whole tune's 'bout
And that's what their whole life is
These little kids talk about war
But there's people with mad countries in crisis
We're all tryna go where the Ps are
Tryna find where my slice is
What goes around comes around
So why you think I keep moving righteous?
Cuh we came from the blocks where we light spliffs
Ducking from the jakes in the high-vis
But we didn't really care cuh we like risk
Man, I'm tryna get a yard with a nice lift
From the bottom to the top, it's my time, bitch


[Verse 2: Merky ACE]
I ain't inna no argy bargey, lock off the party
Try violate? I'll be back like Arnie
Buj part Harle-Tsunami
Typhoon on a Typhoon
Get your ends burnt like onion bhaji
Bad solo, I don't need no army
Think that they know me? Hardly
For the right move, I'll tan man's auntie

[Chorus: Merky ACE]
Everybody wanna play till the toys come out
Stuck in the mud if we're playing tag
See something bulging, know that's it
Better think first, this ain't duck-duck-goose
Touch man's skull, he'll be leaking juice
Ain't bringing no flavours; blazing youts
Trapping in tracksuits
Get boil up, bring your bathing suits
It's peak
Get drowned by the sharks in the Blue
Stampede by gorillas and the lions in the zoo
Say me good-hearted but they're lying, yeah, it's true
We're them bad people, they're just liars in the booth
Lying through their teeth till they get hit with the .22
Tryna beef a mad head? Sick
You ain't even heat rash, let alone flu
Spit venom at you and your brederins too


[Verse 3: Big Zuu]
Chun-Li's pow to enlighten
Got a piece of the vibe just from writing
How many sets have I showered? That lightning
It's only man that's sour that ain't vibesing
Trust, trust, trust
Them man are just cowards, they ain't riding
Bunch of flours, they ain't rising
I'm in the top of this tower, I'm in a different league
You're all fake, you ain't got no legitimacy
About I spit too loud, well
You lack the literacy
You ain't got no energy
Nah, you lack the vitamin C
Me and my bruddas, we're the illest MCs
Little youts tryna ask how to get a tek piece
I tell 'em from young I came with the tek with ease
Bussing up sets, North, West and East
Go South, go Flex and flex on beats
Bussing a sweat, uh
Thou will never test this beast
I'll only rest when I'm six feet deep
Becuh man have been the best and his best ain't seen
We've got mad companies investing Ps
And we're still in the lab, man's billing up fatties
Oh, we've got another show
Know that I'm sitting in passy
We've got something in the beef, man are moving wassy
You can hold couple shots to your chassis
Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap
Dem man dere beat corn through a lappy
It's only online when you're chatty
You don't wanna get real-life scrappy


[Verse 4: Merky ACE]
I ain't inna no -ism and -schism
Rise up my sitting and hit him
Game over; failed mission
No restarts or continue
Gravestone with your full name
D.O.B and the day that I met you
For the talk that you chat, get silenced, loose
With the nizzy or wap, I'm a violent yout
Fling 'bout chairs and my fist too

[Chorus: Merky ACE]
Everybody wanna play till the toys come out
Stuck in the mud if we're playing tag
See something bulging, know that's it
Better think first, this ain't duck-duck-goose
Touch man's skull, he'll be leaking juice
Ain't bringing no flavours; blazing youts
Trapping in tracksuits
Get boil up, bring your bathing suits
It's peak
Get drowned by the sharks in the Blue
Stampede by gorillas and the lions in the zoo
Say me good-hearted but they're lying, yeah, it's true
We're them bad people, they're just liars in the booth
Lying through their teeth till they get hit with the .22
Tryna beef a mad head? Sick
You ain't even heat rash, let alone flu
Spit venom at you and your brederins too