Little Julies in the house now spitting out the bars, got a lyrical agenda written in the stars, always something going off when Julies in the house,gangster rap a pumping with a little hint of scouse, And Ya won't believe how the time does fly, hitting motherfuckers up when we pass by, 3 legends of the Crack pipe took its toll, as it rips out ya heart and destroys your soul, But Ya here tonight and ya don't fool me, well come on who the fuck dya think they came to see, Little pint size fukka barely 5 foot tall, always in ya face n never take the fall, but we still survive n that's the final goal, but its just in the blood n how us scousers roll, So be sure you know that its the place to be, when my flows all start, all eyes on me. II.