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From the big big big big smoke to the big big big big apple, |
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Whether you drink drink drink drink coke or sip sip sip sip |
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Snapple, From the |
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Capital to capital |
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I'm trying to get that capital, |
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Until my name's up in bright lights and capitals, |
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In the big big big big city, it's a bit bit bit bit crazy, |
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Where babies are having babies that grow up and rob old ladies, |
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I've been on the hustle daily trying to get rap to pay me, |
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Cause working in gap or |
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Sainsbury's ain't gunna get that |
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Mercedes Born in the eighties in |
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London but |
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African raised, |
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And I've dreamed of packing those raves since back in the days, it's dreams, |
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In the classroom banging on tables till the teacher says, |
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Derek sit back and behave |
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It seems in my 22 years so much has happened |
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But I'm still progressing, bank balance going up per annum, |
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But when you're doing rapping |
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Charlie, seems to take a shooting or stabbing to go platinum |
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Charlie, I ain't gunna let that happen |
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Charlie. [Chorus:] |
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City life |
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I love you |
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Even though the skies are grey, |
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I'll never place no place above you, |
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People trying to hustle every night and day, |
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Some are living the high life, |
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Under the bright lights, |
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While others get high and throw their lives away, |
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And every night |
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I pray that |
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I don't go insane |
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And end up just another product of the city |
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It's a bit bit bit bit crazy up in the big big big big smoke, |
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If you're a lil lil bit bit lazy you'll end up a lil lil bit bit broke, |
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Overseas it seems british folk are known for sniffing coke, |
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Being quick witted, and wicked rich and sitting in boats, |
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So every time |
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I travel abroad |
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I've gotta set the records straight, |
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And represent for all the people who can't afford to flipping go, |
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I'm just an ordinary bloke amoungst all these different strokes, |
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Trying to stay afloat without doing no fraud or dealing dope, |
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Street lights, street life, all a flipping joke, |
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But I've come up a bit, had a good heart that toughened up a bit, |
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Look in the mirror kissed the good guy good bye, |
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Then exchanged my pucker-up lips for a stiff upper lip, |
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Little rob's jacking, watch him hold'em up with arms, |
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Kids are getting killed round these sides |
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And certain role models ain't doing jack but holding up their arms, |
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And that's just to do peace signs-these times are crazy [Chorus] |
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No place for the weak every race is chasing paper seven days of the week, |
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And the streets just sound like music, 'cause kids care recording criminal records- the police are the beat |
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The steaks are high and everybody wants to eat |
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Youths use weapons as ladders to step up on these high streets, |
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Equals violence, then comes the violins, |
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Then comes the sirens, then comes the silence, |
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Life's the best teacher and |
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I'm trying to study hard, |
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So I can graduate up into the upper class |
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Front line like queen latifah in set it off, |
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Take notes like a bank robber in a rubber mask, |
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Frontline like |
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Chiefa we take while others ask, |
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Duct tape the rap game, rape the pop world, |
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Make off take another path, maybe politics, |
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No mate don't take that for another laugh, [Chorus] |