Don't even think about it, don't even think about itnDon't even think about it, don't even, what's really good?nDon't even think about it, don't even think about itnDon't even think about it, don't even, we're really hood?nnVerse 1:nMayhem:nTo the sound of the pistolnI'm in the V, wit the keys hittin' Leeds and I'm back down in BristolnGats rattle your top, and shots fly quicklynSnap, crackle, and pop, it's not Rice CrispiesnUp in London (Bo) Im a O.G. (Bo)nThrough the dungeons (Bo) to the cold streetsnIf you snitchin' I'll catch you, slippin' and clap younCuz May got brains and balls bigger than applesnWho slicker than that, but of course I flossnIn that cherry red porsche with the sports exhaustnI'm a G but it cost to flossnI will slew you then take the next flight back across the shoresnYou better behave or learn a lesson in ragenI'll step to your stage with a weapon, vest, and grenadenLike aye, aye, when May spray the 'KnI'll have your loved ones mourning like the break of day, praynnHooknMayhem:nOnce upon time there was Mega & MaynAnd we started to (What) get cheddar from yaynMega:nFlippin' raw packs, more stacks (Bo) what you call that (Bo)nNot at all rap brother this all factsn(Repeat)nnVerse 2nMega:nTo the sound of the trumpetsnI'm gettin' pounds, flipping pounds, out of town northbound eating crumpetsnWhen I spit it I slug 'em, do not try stick menPaint a picture of London I'm not Guy RichienIt's never me oh (Bo), when you owe me (Bo)nI sold kilos (Bo) on the low keynI bubble and stash pay, hustle for cash (Hey)nSet up shop with hard rocks like the cafenI zone when I spit (yeah) the throne I'm a sit therenLoan cheddar while you owe Mega like the wrist wearnI'm the King like Stephen, I'm torturenGet money off the books, I ain't even a authornLike whoop, there it is, the coupe there it isn22's like hula-hoops, there it isnI send fire mate, while your empires fakenCuz they got more floors than the empire state, saynnHooknnVerse 3nS.A.S.:nMayhem:nYo we not from H-World, but May's a Globe TrotternBeen around the world with coast to coast scholarsnBack on dem roads, I posed and sold scamanBody armor, we roast and ghost dramanFuck a lame whore (Bo) I got 'caine raw (Bo)nS.A.S got the streets buzzin' like a chain sawnWe Dipset top-a-fellosnThat'll pop the metal and turn your muthafuckin' top to jello, hellonMega:nWho rocks more jewels than ElizabethnWhat is you illiterate, forget about the lyrics I spitnIt's more than rapping B, I'm packing seenAnd what you call a scar is a scratch to me, famnI was making grands with my familynNow I'm the best man like my mans getting marriednCoke, E's, keys of the sticky treesnI decided to double my cheese like it's Mickey D's, pleasennDon't even think about it, don't even think about itnDon't even think about it, don't even, what's really good?nDon't even think about it, don't even think about itnDon't even think about it, don't even, we're really hood?n(Repeat)n