2 Far (Feat. Wiley)

You really don't have to do this
Why do people just ask for things when they don't really want it? (They should just shut up)

Uh uh uh uh (what?)
Uh uh (I'm your fitness instructor) 
Uh uh uh uh (I jus wanna make my money, you make yours) 
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh (it's time for some exercise, what?)
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh (what?)
Uh uh uh (what?) 
Uh uh uh uh (I'm your fitness instructor) 

Yo, I don't promote no violence but if that boy gets arrogant, I'll
Leave that boy in the basement so
Done with the bat get up jus walk
I'm not a female beater but if that girl gets facety, I'll
Slap that girl all hasty 'cause she might be buff but she's not rough
I can't believe I'm hearing that boy thinks I'm not dangerous
Let me draw his girlfriend home, cut slack she'll never go back
Marriage, love, wife please
All that talk is stupid plus I don't believe in cupid 'cause
Sometimes mo times everyone 2 times

Who do they think they are?
You push me too far
Look I don't care who you are
No I'm a super, superstar
Who do they think they are?
You push me too far
Look I don't care who you are
No (yo, yo)

I don't obey no policemen 'cause they forget they're human uh
Get excited quickly but, he ain't got a gun I'll kick him and run (tell him)
Don't talk to me about roaming 'cause queen Elizabeth don't know me so
How can she control me when I live street and she lives neat
I love raising conscience but there's just too much violence and
I can't stand no nonsense uhh
Book me, watch me, hear me, pay me
I've been far too friendly now
Everybody wants a favour but I'm not no ones saviour 'cause
Where was you when I was blue?

Who do they think they are?
You push me too far
Look I don't care who you are
No I'm a super, superstar
Who do they think they are?
You push me too far
Look I don't care who you are
No

Yo, talk in the mic I'll talk neat
Talk to your wife I'll talk sweet
Talkin' tough I'll talk with my feet
Rascals run like red meat
Talk act, talk rough
Talk sexy, talk buff
Certain girls talk nuff
Talk anything, anywhere, any stuff
Yeah we got style, we'll get cash
Yeah we got style, we'll make cash
Certain talk trash
Act funny act flash
Bring your bora, bring your mash
Get banged, get bashed
We don't care who they are, where they are
If they wanna bring the beef we ain't far

Who do they think they are?
You push me too far
Look I don't care who you are
No I'm a super, superstar
Who do they think they are
You push me too far
Look I don't care who you are
No

I was hot steppin' in my Nike M sneaker
You didn't know I was an mc beater
Defeater, giving the mc a sleeper
I'm in to win fairly I'm not a cheater
I'm starving, hungry ready to eat her
Your drinks sweet but my drinks sweeter though
I'm getting stronger bro, you're getting weaker bro
I came straight from the gutter lay low
I'm a ninja turtle you can't step into my circle
In a sound flash I will hurt you
Paper, Astor, Liverpool
They don't wanna make paper they put their face on the floor and chew
That's what a want
I wanna two ting a double bed fling with a true ting
Wiley, rascal that's the bum ting
Gyal wanna bang on my bed
No long ting

Who do they think they are? (who)
Push me too far
I don't care who you are (haha)
No I'm a super, superstar (I'm a superstar)
Who do they think they are?
Push me too far
I don't care who they are

Who do they think they are? 
You push me too far
Look I don't care who you are
No I'm a super, superstar (I'm your fitness instructor)
Who do they think they are
You push me too far
Look I don't care who they are (this is rude)
(Shut up, no one can say nothing ever)
(I'm your fitness instructor)