UK Hip Hop Lyrics: Ricochet - Mad Runningz

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RICOCHET

It's five-thirty when my brother rang my phone
Woke me up when I was dozing in my slumberland at home
And I was half hanging off the bed in a daze
For cess peddlers
On night is when a bredda gets paid
Yo! I'm jumping up now
Heading for the shower
Have to buck-up on a bredrin
So I'm stepping in an hour
Always run late
I'm supposed to meet Sherice at her mum's place
I better bell her and tell her, "Don't wait at the front gate"
I done say that maybe I can cook her dinner
Everytime she look a winner, so I'd love to jook up in her
Like Arthur Daley, part of shady affairs
I'm and down and undercover, deeper than Australian brare
When I was young I used to bun sativa
Now the one procedure I run, fund my money fever
It's nearly seven when my bredrin-I linked-up
He told me that his baby-mother's dreading his drink-up
Could I pass through?
Yeah, Sherice I could ask too
I stopped off at the shop because I forgot the pot of Ragu
I'm back at yard now
Seasoning the chicken, on the run from one-to-one
It keep on beeping in the kitchen
House phone ringing
Spilling the paprika
Damn, I should've rang for pizza
And now I've lost the digis and, there ain't no baggies either
I can't forget about Sherice, I better call so I can speech her
[Hello, yeah Sherice. It's me
Don't start-please
Alright? I'm just doing my best
Nine PM, I'll be there. I promise, yeah?
Okay, holla at you later]
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
It troubles the feds when everytime I double my bread.
It's ten-twenty when my ex text me
I nearly dropped my bottle of Beck's
It said: "Redz, check me."
She need a draw because the evening before
She done a stupid ting
Her mother found her cess while she was hoovering
Now it's emergency!
I should be out there selling herbal leaf
I thought for a second then it occurred to me
I should've picked up Sherice at nine PM
But, I was bagging up the rest of the cess til five-to-ten
One eye on the clock like ...
One eye on the pot
Boy. I could do with Granny's advice
Now I get whatever's left in my cess sack
Should keep the twenty pockets on my black money vest packed
It's time to duss, I leave the saucepan on low heat
Feds are everywhere, I'm moving caution on Old Street
I need to get the ess that I've paid for
Stashed it in a three piece suite by the flats
On the twenty-eigth floor
... the tower block
Park in the street and look around for cops
Slide a knife and ninety pound down my socks
Inside the lift there's no reception on my phone
So, Sherice can't be stressing and vexing me when she phones
Set in the zone, mentally
Checking the smoke pedigree
My bredrin said that after two tokes
He chokes heavily
Fully loaded in my Rover 200
I keep the road flooded
And always roll cold-blooded
Mad Runningz
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
It troubles the feds when everytime I double my bread.
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
It troubles the feds when everytime I double my bread
My first drop is for this guy called Pat Clarke
Who always buys on tick because, he's tight like a gnat's arse
Knock on your door, you open up
"I've got your draw. You better let me in
Don't tell me about your bruck pocket poor."
-"You can take the TV, the fridge even the blender!"
"You fool! Don't you remember?
I took them all last November
I swear, you better be paying me for this herb of mine
Or else I'm coming back with matches, petrol and Turpentine."
I'm off to make a nifty kind of nippy
So I drive quickly
See two guys fighting by the chippy
This is where I find Vinnie
My main customer in Stokey
On road you'll see him puffing on a rollie
"Sorry mate, I've already got two ounces of green on me
But check my friend Len at the Bounces Road B&B."
For f*ck sake! It's 'nough late, and after eleven
Sherice is on the caller I.D., disaster is heading
I've heard her on the verge of cursing on my voicemail
And saying how I should turn to the church and avoid jail
As a lickle boy me remember, Uncle Roy's tales
"Never let a b*tch, in your biz. It destroys sales.
Anyway!
I pull up around the side of this maisonette
Switching off the tape cassette
That was pumping Sway & Tech
Got out, bopped to the door
Rang on the bell
This ain't no lay-lay
When I've got X amount of grams to sell
Landlady let me in and told me Len was waiting in the basement
I saw him pacing up and down, impatient
An ounce is all I have left
He's from Liverpool
With every syllable I smelt his bad breath
"Let's make a deal, take the ess and one-thirty
Shott at three Qs, double scores, the rest is your percy."
He's waffling about how he always buys half-Bs
And how all us Southeners and jugglers, are tight-arse thieves
In London City all my prices are competitive
You'll find me and my relatives only buy up the better shit
Finally he's seen the coup
And by this time I feel to leave him bruised
For gwarning like he's Ebenezer Scrooge
I check inside my sock for cash and the flick knife
And on the wall I saw the clock flash and it's midnight
Suddenly I've had a vision
What the f*ck has happened in the kitchen?
The chicken looking like a blackened pigeon
F*ck it! I'm dying to be lighting up a spliff
I'll have to buy Sherice something nice and pricey for her wrist
But, outside I see my ride
Spot a minor hitch
The wheels are missing and it's sitting on a pile of bricks
Aah..... Sh*t
Hello? Yeah, I know the tim-
Jus-, le-, Sherice!
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
It troubles the feds when everytime I double my bread
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
My name's Ricochet a.k.a. Juggla Redz
It troubles the feds when everytime I double my bread

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