(feat. Chipmunk)
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When
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Instead of doin somethin good with my life
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I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock grown men
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I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen
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If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10
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We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
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Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
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One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum
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But I wass jammed up at the crack house, all night long
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See man O'g'in of the needle and the needle and the bone
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One mornin use to come and smell mingin
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The weather was always fucked my line never stopped blingin
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Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything
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There was nothin we wernt slingin
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Look at me now I'm singin
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At my little sons grinnin
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Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
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The C needs coachin
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Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
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Suck yourself!
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You don't kill!
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I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one still so
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Recognise real!
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You know the deal
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If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit
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I'ma see ya when you make a mill
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When you make a mill
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When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya
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Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be one
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But I've been around Dappy and money makers
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It's football and music, we'll let the streets take us
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Uh, I never lie in my bars
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Artist blow and make up a part
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They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real gee's ain't listenin!
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But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap and everybody bangs
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And I don't give a shit if ya grinded
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If ya clothes look shit, your'e a tramp!
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I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
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I swear down these Niggers make me sick
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Na na nii, throw up a C
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Please, Mr Munks all good
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Ya think my hair wont cut the way I'm good in my hood
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I pass through like sho they show love
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It's an event whenever I shows up
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The money it goes up, day by day
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And baby, pricks should never say my name
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I came, from a place where it's all on
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So I'ma take war and lead the boys on
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Lead the boys on yeah, fightin over shit
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Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
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Ey yo Da's look now were winnin
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We use to be in the flats chillin
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Look at me now spittin
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Teeth still grinnin
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Pass through my hood
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Big gully A R keep swingin
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Paid so I'm boastin
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I can burn bread
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On 1 4 corner ways
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Suck yourself!
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You don't kill! (You don't kill!)
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I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one still so
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Recognise real!
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You know the deal (You know the deal)
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If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit
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I'ma see ya when you make a mill
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When you make a mill
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Yo
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I was never ballin
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My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were talkin
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Always dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite
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Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
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Robbin Niggers bare faced
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I knew it wasnt fair mate
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We'd lick a couple lappys
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And we'd meet up at the staircase
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Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in
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Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be breathin
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And I ain't leavin, so ...
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Suck yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
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You don't kill! (You don't kill!)
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I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one still so
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Recognise real!
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You know the deal! (Ungrateful!)
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If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit
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I'ma see ya when you make a mill
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When you make a mill
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Fuck it!
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Suck Yourself
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N-Dubz |