(Where you from?)
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I'm from a place were the streets are filled with snakes that smile in your face as they plot to do wrong.
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(Where you from?)
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I'm from a town where the mans will take you down if they see you making pounds and flashing it around like you the don
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('Cause where I'm from?)
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They don't give a fuck if you got talent, only got love for your bank balance like, "Give me the wong!"
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(That's where I'm from)
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Don't ever get it twisted. Yeah I'm really, really from the ends now what the fuck you want?
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I'm walking down the street, past the coppers on the beat
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Past the shotters blotting weed
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Clear for everyone to see, but no-one gives a D,
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'Cause this is everyday life.
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Fuck the police
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It's a ghetto state of mind,
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'Cept where I'm living I can't see no ghetto, this ain't America, it's England, where we live ain't nothing special.
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You can take anywhere and call it a ghetto,
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Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
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Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting *ecko;
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50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
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Objects,
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Now the object is to kill.
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How can you value life when you're so close to death? Stainless steel,
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How's it make you feel,
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Blud, holding that buckey?
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Knowledge is power, guns just make you feel lucky.
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It's fuckry the way these yout' man like to go on, busting shots in the crowd when there's a show on, they're just putting a show on.
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Real gangsters stay underground like non-fiction, they don't fire blanks at Yanks like when Nas played at Brixton.
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Thrill seeking dickheads just doing it for kicks and
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Hear a next man speak their name from his lips and
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Give a guy props for licking shots from a gun like if they fired one at him the fucking prick wouldn't run. It's like they're
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Praising these yout's for acting so dumb and it's no excuse,
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Most of us are fatherless sons.
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(Where you from?)
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I'm from a place were the streets are filled with snakes that smile in your face as they plot to do wrong.
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(Where you from?)
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I'm from a town where the mans will take you down if they see you making pounds and flashing it around like you the don
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('Cause where I'm from?)
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They don't give a fuck if you got talent, only got love for your bank balance like, "Give me the wong!"
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(That's where I'm from)
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Don't ever get it twisted. Yeah I'm really, really from the ends now what the fuck you want?
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Yo, where you from?
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Are you really from the ends? Well that depends on what the fuck you mean by ends, if you south of the Thames, then nah, I ain't from them ends.
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I'm from these ends, they call it the Eastend, my friend,
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And round here you gotta watch your back 'cause everyone's bent,
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Bare man who think they're rough just 'cause they're shotting the peng,
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Hating on Plan B 'cause they don't know me as Ben.
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Yout's as young as ten walking round thinking they're men.
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They're under the influence, and I ain't even talking 'bout drugs,
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I'm talking bout why the fuck they're walking like thugs.
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They're in love with the idea of being a gangster, romantic idealisms producing hot jism like a wanker.
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What ever happened to good old fashioned street fighting like Blanka?
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Queensbury Rules, mate, that's how I vent anger,
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Vent my anger,
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Knock out your teeth if you bring me beef,
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Leave you looking like a chief.
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Where you from blud, where you from?
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What's your name?
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(Where you from?)
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Plan B? Yeah I've heard of you, still.
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Yeah yeah, you're fucked up, you're fucked up.
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('Cause where I'm from?)
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Yeah, yeah, that's cool though.
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(Thats' where I'm from)
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Give me your phone, anyway.
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Give me your phone,
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I don't give a shit,
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Give me your phone, blud.
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Don't make me jibb you up.
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You see this blade and I'll cut your throat
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Where Ya From?
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