| I’m from the dirty Dagenham blocks
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| Where the children are taking or serving rocks
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| And the main ambition is to be swerving the cops
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| Cause they wanna serve drugs not herd in a box
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| And a headshot will make a body turn on the spot
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| Round here it’s more fucked than an old nonce perving off
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| You see the old bill following your vehicle
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| Behind you, can’t see in the rear-view
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| You best start turning off
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| Then buckle up and start burning off
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| It’s 2008 killings every other day so welcome to the UK
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| Where you can get moved to for two flakes
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| That’s a regular occurrence
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| Every other day theres a similar disturbance
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| Blue and yellow placards advertise murders
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| Committed by kids with knives and big burners
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| But that’s the cards we’ve been dealt
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| Can’t help but feel a little sorry for ourselves
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| Kids are getting killed every day
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| It’s not a game like the Commonwealth
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| This is common knowledge and still they don’t wanna help
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| Kids don’t care about life like Heath Ledger
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| Cause they ain’t seen no better
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| You could get stabbed for two tenners
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| And jacked for your brand new New Era
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| Around here there’s more crime than Stella in a landlords cellar
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| We need to make a few changes
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| Maybe Eastenders should be a little bit more like Shameless
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| Cause thats how it really is
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| Instead of some overpaid amateur actors
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| Running round on the square like fucking idiots
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| They know nothing about east end affiliates
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| It’s war round here, forget peace, it’s war round here
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| You’ll get shot or bora’d round 'ere
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| Yeah, life’s fucked up, sometimes I had enough
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| They’ll try fuck you up, like an R1 bike that’s collided
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| With trucks and the drivers divided and cut (x2)
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| I’m from one of the poorest places in Britain
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| Where people get robbed and possessions go missing
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| Way before I ever hit the air waves spitting
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| I was chilling in the dirty old stairway with piss in
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| Kids sitting on the street corner dealing
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| If he’s got money they’ll be willing to jib him
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| I can’t wait to get away from this shit and say good riddance
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| Cause there ain’t nothing great about Great Britain
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| And if there is then it’s hidden
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| I ain’t never seen it
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| I just can’t believe it
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| Pinch me I’m dreaming
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| And now I’m coming out the pub fucking steaming
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| And seeing two fat slags fighting and screaming
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| I’m lighting my spliff with my green in
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| Just another Friday evening
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| Blood alcohol levels increasing
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| And I’ve smoked too much weed
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| If you need me then I’m breathing
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| And leave your boys greening
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| I’ve gotta get back on it
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| See a deck with my track on it
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| My flows like crack on it
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| They keep coming back for it
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| Waving their money for my CD’s
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| I’ll tell em get fucked
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| If they’re coming for some freebies
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| Cause I ain’t got nothing to give
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| I’m just fucked when I spit
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| Tell’em suck on a dick
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| Behind Beckton and bargain
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| You’ll get hotted with the tip of the sniff
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| Even if you’re minding your own business
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| Or bunning a spliff, I’m down on my music
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| I know a few man around town that get down
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| With the gun and the clips
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| And start letting off bullets
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| If you’re running your lips
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| As long as I spit
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| I’ll continue to punish these pricks
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| Yeah I’m from the slums where the scumbags live
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| You could be approached by a scumbag
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| And he could be two foot tall
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| But with a three foot chiff
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| Yeah it’s just the life that we live
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| Nines and clips, kids putting knifes in ribs
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| I’ll let the road man vibe to this
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| Because they know how vital it is
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| Just to make the fucking ends meet
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| And fuck being friendly
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| I’m driving around in an old school stolen Fiesta
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| Because I ain’t got no money for my Bentley
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| But that’s only temporary
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| That way I spit bars is elementary |