[Verse 1: Ghetts]
Been there, done that
No talk, done chat
Came here, one man
Three gyal, four car
One yard, I love that
23 and wan' jump man
Like my enemy, she wan' come back
East side, all day the young G's ride, no face
Skin blast, M-charge, two-five in that court case
Biscuits a witness
In my district, them man are short of cake
Man ah order weight, then orchestrate
On the corner bait, where the prostitutes wait to fornicate
Where they watch the news and I thought [?]
But deep thoughts can resort in a tortured brain
I'm from the school of hard knocks
You man weren't schooled the same
Don't Run-DMC, don't walk this way
Too many flows I can automate
I know [?] chapter one, verse 48

[Chorus]
Trill work
Thrill work
Sound like drill work
Plaistow, Stratford, Beckton, Ilford
Manor Park, Custom House, Canning Town, East Ham
Sound like drill work
Sound like drill work
Sound like drill work
Sound like drill work
[Verse 2: Ghetts]
Left turn, right turn
Straight up, divert
Mind games
You don't know how my mind works
Mind your business, I'll mind mine
It's a minefield in my world
Ice Cube with no Jheri curl
Who do I like?
Every girl
I had Sue on my side, but she dead herself
Ruined the vibe, now I'm with someone else
Head over heels or underwhelmed
Flow check, ain't out of my zone yet
Rate, then go again, forgiveness after homewreck
I will be there
Where?
Right over 'ere in expensive crep, them cold steps

[Chorus]
Trill work
Thrill work
Sound like drill work
Plaistow, Stratford, Beckton, Ilford
Manor Park, Custom House, Canning Town, East Ham
Sound like drill work
Sound like drill work
Sound like drill work
Sound like drill work
[Verse 3: Ghetts]
Gunshots
Nothin' but gunshots
They enter in beef, no surprise when someone drops
Bruddas in the field, I don't mean Wireless or Lovebox
There's no battle raps when it jumps off
Gunshots
Nothin' but gunshots
They enter in beef, no surprise when someone drops
Bruddas in the field, I don't mean Wireless or Lovebox
There's no battle raps when it jumps off