Hooligan (feat. The Streets)

You want proof? You want proof? Give a man a mask, he'll tell the truth You want truth? You want truth? Run up your flag, on the roof You want proof? You want proof? Give a man a mask, he'll tell the truth You want truth? You want truth? Give me a mask, I'll give you truth (A-class) I still might put a crop in thingies I slid 'round your block, I seen all your mates And blud they're all minges Man don't believe in bring-ins So, I flew that door off the hinges No time for a prick that winges I'll put 'em in Muay Thai clinches Blud, watch my Stony, it's vintage, ah Hooligan business Fam', I know bare gangsters, so I'll never call police Friends in jail, I'll send 'em all P's Blud, jump off your pedestal geez' Incredible steeze Wicked man, like General Lee's Blessed, you ain't gotta pay medical fees Like dead 'em all, dead 'em all, dead 'em all, please Got a hot S-Q, five plated up Cloths in the mask, when I've waved it up You won't see me, when I've made enough I put man on the bench, you've played enough I get shit done, for a fat, lazy fuck This lifestyle was made for us No label, they can't label us We're gentlemans, we're not dangerous What's a hooligan? Ah A violent, young troublemaker A good job will take you 'round the world Ain't gotta clue where a gun will take ya Us lot, yeah, we love a straightener Fuck you, fuck them, fuck a hater She wants to fuck, I'll fuck her later I'll Judas a man, 'cause he was a traitor (proof) You want proof? You want proof? Give a man a mask, he'll tell the truth You want truth? You want truth? Run up your flag, on the roof You want proof? You want proof? Give a man a mask, he'll tell the truth You want truth? You want truth? Give me a mask, I'll give you truth I still might get a box and break it I went to my yard then I rolled me a spliff And now I'm frustrated Far too long that I've waited I think they're tryna get me wasted Way too intoxicated I couldn't give two shits if I'm rated Blud, I spent three quid on a bracelet That's bro but we ain't related, nah 'Fam I know bare gangsters, but I won't phone 'em Bare man living in slow motion Flexing their guns like Hulk Hogan, ah But your face ain't hench You'll still end up with your nose broken Puffed up black eye, so swollen Pushin' a door that won't open Yeah, I don't eat pork, but I drink pints Don't ask for help, I think twice But still steppin' on windpipes Double X-L, I'm King-sized And if AH fights, I'm ringside My guys won't let a thing slide Out of sight, but you're in mind Blud, it's invasion when I'm inside Yo, don't talk shit, look after your peeps And give back to the streets And don't ever shit on your own doorstep And don't chat to police And you know that your bredrin's backin' the beef If you ask, it's a cheek And we go so hard on the weekends, yeah 'Cause we fuckin' graft on the week That's right, I'm a hooligan Hold the fuckin' line Stand, stand, hold the line We're Birmingham Zulus Stand, stand, hold it, hold it And we're deya, Birmingham Zulus, Zulu