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Like, who the **** are you? |
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Yeah, who the **** are you? |
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Is it recordin' yer? |
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I come direct when |
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I inject and |
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I'm expecting your respect |
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I'm a baller, you've been checked |
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I'm the kind of kid you can't detect ya know |
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Out and about |
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I put my elbow in your mouth |
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You're a fassy there's no doubt |
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I bet my sword will make you shout |
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I'm intense, you best see sense |
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I'll have you hangin' from a fence |
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Then I'll laugh at your expense and maybe chuck you 50 pence |
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Snitch you make me switch, you sound and look just like a bitch |
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Whether you're poor or whether you're rich |
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I'll leave you lyin' in the ditch' |
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Cause I'm from ragged raggo rags, you wear raggo rags like me |
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I'm ahead boy, |
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I ain't in tune rappin' raggo rapidly |
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We easily be the worst bust academics first |
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Batty crew |
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MC's get academically reversed |
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I'm academicly perverse, academically perverted |
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Batty crew |
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MC's get academically diverted |
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Some return, we clearly get burnt get hurt |
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Until they realize they should academically of blurted |
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You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime |
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You ain't got the guts, |
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I ain't got the time |
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But you can come to the man and get jakked |
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Come to the man or get killed |
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Come to the man or get shot |
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Come to the man or get killed |
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We call it arms as, arms as, go and get your crew |
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If you can't back that arms ask, who the **** are you |
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We call it arms as, arms as, go and get your firm |
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If they don't wanna listen then we better make them learn |
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Raised in the gutter |
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I was told |
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I should fight |
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I create and cause confusion from the left to the right |
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I'm sweet as a nut, |
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I'm doin' alright, cosy and comfortable |
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Still I try and avoid the sergeant, |
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P.C and the constable |
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Raised in the gutter |
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I was told |
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I should bop |
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I create and cause confusion from the bottom to the top |
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I'm doin' okay, |
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I will honestly say this year |
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I'm flyin' through |
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I could easily find myself in jail but |
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I ain't tryin' to |
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I keep it clear in front, relax wid the pressure |
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I'm dirty, and |
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I'm stank but ain't nobody fresher |
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My haters make inquiries, make it obvious they care |
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When it comes to my location they would love to be aware |
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But I could be in the man or could be overseas |
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Could well be definitely makin' peace |
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Could be live at |
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Wembley, warmin' up for |
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Jay-ZStill |
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I'm definitely certain that you can't see me |
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You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime |
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You ain't got the guts, |
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I ain't got the time |
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But you can come to the man or get jakked |
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Come to the man or get killed |
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Come to the man or get shot |
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Come to the man or get killed |
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We call it arms as, arms as, go and get your crew |
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If you can't back that arms ask, who the **** are you |
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We call it arms as, arms as, go and get your firm |
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If they don't wanna listen then you better make them learn |
