Drug Dealer (feat. Takura) Lyrics
| Song | Drug Dealer (feat. Takura) |
| Artist | Plan B |
| Album | ill Manors |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| The night is ‘75 there was this chick named Janet | |
| A pregnant heroin addict who said she didn't plan it | |
| So never thought to stop, or ever kick the habit | |
| Cos Kirby let her do it and she knew he always had it | |
| Down in his cellar with Trevor another addict | |
| Who was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an attic | |
| Sucking on an asthma punt | |
| Though you never know by looking at him that's the cunt | |
| Who by 1983 was in the national front | |
| Yeah he had a shaved head but still got mashed on drugs | |
| So Kirby didn't mind him hanging round that much | |
| Especially anytime Janet came round to fuck | |
| Get her fix while her kid Chris waited around | |
| A nine year old boy he was healthy and loud | |
| Cos even when she was pregnant she was smoking around | |
| And she was ducking that he wasn't born disabled somehow | |
| Still when you're too loud you get a clap round your head | |
| Kirby ain't his dad but he does what he says | |
| Stays downstairs in the cellar with Trev | |
| While Kirby's upstairs giving Janet her meds | |
| At least that's what they tell Chris still he ain't that dumb | |
| He knows Kirby's upstairs banging his mum | |
| While he's left in the basement with some racist cunt | |
| Who's been waiting round for ever for his mother fuckin day to come | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| What an environment to raise a kid | |
| Round crack dealers, heisters and racist pricks | |
| Trevor, looted the place as well as maiming Chris | |
| Left a permanent scar on his face the same as his | |
| With a, razor blade yeah takes the piss | |
| Whether you prejudice or not man he's just a kid | |
| But that's what Trevor done no one ever saw him after that | |
| 6 years past now Kirby's hookin up the crack | |
| It's the new drug everybody's going crazy for | |
| 1989 the year Chris started selling draw | |
| Picking up from Kirby, scar there beneath his eye | |
| Think after everything that's happened he would treat him right | |
| But par him off with just another ounce of weed | |
| Cos a quarter of the bag is a bunch of fuckin seeds | |
| Hundreds of them and twigs the size of fuckin trees | |
| But if he ever moaned he get a slap across his cheek | |
| 1990 is the year that really took its toll | |
| Cos that's the year his mother Janet took an overdose | |
| Of heroin and died, god rest her tortured soul | |
| Now he's left to fend for himself or by his own | |
| Its 1995, now that he's older stress weighs on his shoulders | |
| Heavy as boulders, but he hides it from his olders | |
| He's been living on the far side since he was a youth | |
| But the way he lives now is a far cry | |
| From the way he, did in the past cos he's | |
| Made his way up from sellin ounces to bars of weed | |
| Out In the streets, where people do their nasty deeds | |
| He sees ‘em making money so he wants a larger piece | |
| He's a man now, 21 years of age | |
| It's been a couple years since Kirby's palms were raised | |
| Lost in anger, ended up across his face cos he's a man now | |
| And Kirby knows he's past his stage of gettin beats | |
| Still that don't change the way he treats | |
| Chris when he comes round to his, to get his weed | |
| Kirby don't like his attitude he's cocky now believe | |
| So again he palms him off with more twigs and fuckin seeds | |
| But Chris ain't havin none of it he ain't no little kid now | |
| He squares up to Kirby who really don't look that big now | |
| And really can't do shit now but pay Chris what he owes | |
| And weed but also pride cos that what Chris takes when he goes | |
| Kirby knows he's getting old, and that's what really hurts | |
| He ain't cut out for this work the way he once was upon a time | |
| But he don't know no other way to make a living on the grind | |
| Selling drugs is all he's been, his only way of getting by | |
| Then the cops come round undercover fed come shut him down, lock him down | |
| 15 years away from now, the youth will grow, a big and strong and take control | |
| Have it ah, that's the way it goes | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| Mr drug dealer... |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| The night is ' 75 there was this chick named Janet | |
| A pregnant heroin addict who said she didn' t plan it | |
| So never thought to stop, or ever kick the habit | |
| Cos Kirby let her do it and she knew he always had it | |
| Down in his cellar with Trevor another addict | |
| Who was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an attic | |
| Sucking on an asthma punt | |
| Though you never know by looking at him that' s the cunt | |
| Who by 1983 was in the national front | |
| Yeah he had a shaved head but still got mashed on drugs | |
| So Kirby didn' t mind him hanging round that much | |
| Especially anytime Janet came round to fuck | |
| Get her fix while her kid Chris waited around | |
| A nine year old boy he was healthy and loud | |
| Cos even when she was pregnant she was smoking around | |
| And she was ducking that he wasn' t born disabled somehow | |
| Still when you' re too loud you get a clap round your head | |
| Kirby ain' t his dad but he does what he says | |
| Stays downstairs in the cellar with Trev | |
| While Kirby' s upstairs giving Janet her meds | |
| At least that' s what they tell Chris still he ain' t that dumb | |
| He knows Kirby' s upstairs banging his mum | |
| While he' s left in the basement with some racist cunt | |
| Who' s been waiting round for ever for his mother fuckin day to come | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| What an environment to raise a kid | |
| Round crack dealers, heisters and racist pricks | |
| Trevor, looted the place as well as maiming Chris | |
| Left a permanent scar on his face the same as his | |
| With a, razor blade yeah takes the piss | |
| Whether you prejudice or not man he' s just a kid | |
| But that' s what Trevor done no one ever saw him after that | |
| 6 years past now Kirby' s hookin up the crack | |
| It' s the new drug everybody' s going crazy for | |
| 1989 the year Chris started selling draw | |
| Picking up from Kirby, scar there beneath his eye | |
| Think after everything that' s happened he would treat him right | |
| But par him off with just another ounce of weed | |
| Cos a quarter of the bag is a bunch of fuckin seeds | |
| Hundreds of them and twigs the size of fuckin trees | |
| But if he ever moaned he get a slap across his cheek | |
| 1990 is the year that really took its toll | |
| Cos that' s the year his mother Janet took an overdose | |
| Of heroin and died, god rest her tortured soul | |
| Now he' s left to fend for himself or by his own | |
| Its 1995, now that he' s older stress weighs on his shoulders | |
| Heavy as boulders, but he hides it from his olders | |
| He' s been living on the far side since he was a youth | |
| But the way he lives now is a far cry | |
| From the way he, did in the past cos he' s | |
| Made his way up from sellin ounces to bars of weed | |
| Out In the streets, where people do their nasty deeds | |
| He sees ' em making money so he wants a larger piece | |
| He' s a man now, 21 years of age | |
| It' s been a couple years since Kirby' s palms were raised | |
| Lost in anger, ended up across his face cos he' s a man now | |
| And Kirby knows he' s past his stage of gettin beats | |
| Still that don' t change the way he treats | |
| Chris when he comes round to his, to get his weed | |
| Kirby don' t like his attitude he' s cocky now believe | |
| So again he palms him off with more twigs and fuckin seeds | |
| But Chris ain' t havin none of it he ain' t no little kid now | |
| He squares up to Kirby who really don' t look that big now | |
| And really can' t do shit now but pay Chris what he owes | |
| And weed but also pride cos that what Chris takes when he goes | |
| Kirby knows he' s getting old, and that' s what really hurts | |
| He ain' t cut out for this work the way he once was upon a time | |
| But he don' t know no other way to make a living on the grind | |
| Selling drugs is all he' s been, his only way of getting by | |
| Then the cops come round undercover fed come shut him down, lock him down | |
| 15 years away from now, the youth will grow, a big and strong and take control | |
| Have it ah, that' s the way it goes | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| Mr drug dealer... |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| The night is ' 75 there was this chick named Janet | |
| A pregnant heroin addict who said she didn' t plan it | |
| So never thought to stop, or ever kick the habit | |
| Cos Kirby let her do it and she knew he always had it | |
| Down in his cellar with Trevor another addict | |
| Who was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an attic | |
| Sucking on an asthma punt | |
| Though you never know by looking at him that' s the cunt | |
| Who by 1983 was in the national front | |
| Yeah he had a shaved head but still got mashed on drugs | |
| So Kirby didn' t mind him hanging round that much | |
| Especially anytime Janet came round to fuck | |
| Get her fix while her kid Chris waited around | |
| A nine year old boy he was healthy and loud | |
| Cos even when she was pregnant she was smoking around | |
| And she was ducking that he wasn' t born disabled somehow | |
| Still when you' re too loud you get a clap round your head | |
| Kirby ain' t his dad but he does what he says | |
| Stays downstairs in the cellar with Trev | |
| While Kirby' s upstairs giving Janet her meds | |
| At least that' s what they tell Chris still he ain' t that dumb | |
| He knows Kirby' s upstairs banging his mum | |
| While he' s left in the basement with some racist cunt | |
| Who' s been waiting round for ever for his mother fuckin day to come | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| What an environment to raise a kid | |
| Round crack dealers, heisters and racist pricks | |
| Trevor, looted the place as well as maiming Chris | |
| Left a permanent scar on his face the same as his | |
| With a, razor blade yeah takes the piss | |
| Whether you prejudice or not man he' s just a kid | |
| But that' s what Trevor done no one ever saw him after that | |
| 6 years past now Kirby' s hookin up the crack | |
| It' s the new drug everybody' s going crazy for | |
| 1989 the year Chris started selling draw | |
| Picking up from Kirby, scar there beneath his eye | |
| Think after everything that' s happened he would treat him right | |
| But par him off with just another ounce of weed | |
| Cos a quarter of the bag is a bunch of fuckin seeds | |
| Hundreds of them and twigs the size of fuckin trees | |
| But if he ever moaned he get a slap across his cheek | |
| 1990 is the year that really took its toll | |
| Cos that' s the year his mother Janet took an overdose | |
| Of heroin and died, god rest her tortured soul | |
| Now he' s left to fend for himself or by his own | |
| Its 1995, now that he' s older stress weighs on his shoulders | |
| Heavy as boulders, but he hides it from his olders | |
| He' s been living on the far side since he was a youth | |
| But the way he lives now is a far cry | |
| From the way he, did in the past cos he' s | |
| Made his way up from sellin ounces to bars of weed | |
| Out In the streets, where people do their nasty deeds | |
| He sees ' em making money so he wants a larger piece | |
| He' s a man now, 21 years of age | |
| It' s been a couple years since Kirby' s palms were raised | |
| Lost in anger, ended up across his face cos he' s a man now | |
| And Kirby knows he' s past his stage of gettin beats | |
| Still that don' t change the way he treats | |
| Chris when he comes round to his, to get his weed | |
| Kirby don' t like his attitude he' s cocky now believe | |
| So again he palms him off with more twigs and fuckin seeds | |
| But Chris ain' t havin none of it he ain' t no little kid now | |
| He squares up to Kirby who really don' t look that big now | |
| And really can' t do shit now but pay Chris what he owes | |
| And weed but also pride cos that what Chris takes when he goes | |
| Kirby knows he' s getting old, and that' s what really hurts | |
| He ain' t cut out for this work the way he once was upon a time | |
| But he don' t know no other way to make a living on the grind | |
| Selling drugs is all he' s been, his only way of getting by | |
| Then the cops come round undercover fed come shut him down, lock him down | |
| 15 years away from now, the youth will grow, a big and strong and take control | |
| Have it ah, that' s the way it goes | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| Mr drug dealer | |
| Mr drug dealer... |
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