| Get me
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| We got a lot to talk bout
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| Raskit, Godsgift
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| Oi yo
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| What you do will come back to you
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| What you do will come back to you
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| What you do will come back to you
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| What you do will come back to you
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| What you do will come back to you
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| What you do will come back
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| Hold your mout' (hold your mout')
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| Raskit dont give a shit (i mean)
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| Aint concerned, aint worried, dont mind
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| But you should watch your lip (i mean)
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| If you keep chattin in a hurry you’ll find
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| The bottom of a 6 foot pit (i mean)
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| Dont care what creed, colour or kind
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| Bullets’ll make you sit (i mean)
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| Make you relax, lay-down, unwind
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| Raskit dont give a damn (i mean)
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| Aint that bothered not much, dont care
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| Catch me if you can (i mean)
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| Its possible you will get hit with a chair
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| Talk like your the man (i mean)
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| If you want beef you’ll get a fair share
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| Dizzee got a masterplan (i mean)
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| I’m a problem for Antony Blair
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| Raskit dont have a bar (i mean)
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| Dont have it from him, her or dem
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| I’ll make a rudeboy say rarr (i mean)
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| With or without the use of a skeng
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| Remove you from your car (i mean)
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| Got a temper, its big like ben
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| And i dont care who you are (i mean)
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| Move to your boys, i’ll move to your men
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| Raskit dont waste time (i mean)
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| Dont hesitate, dont pet, dont ramp
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| .22, .38, .9 (i mean)
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| These digits’ll leave you stiff like cramp
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| You wanna test? |
| thats fine (i mean)
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| You couldnt take Dizzee Rascal for a tramp
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| If you cross my line (i mean)
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| I’ll leave you colourful, dazed and damp
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| I dont want beef today
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| Its not arms today
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| Lets keep it calm today
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| Lets be friends
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| I dont wanna write today
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| Lets not fight today
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| I feel alright today
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| Lets be friends
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| You’ve got a problem blud?
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| Lets solve it blud
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| Gats and bora’s blud
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| Hold your mout'
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| Yo, it dont make no sense to me
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| Why fella’s dont wanna act sensibly
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| You better re-check your identity
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| You better re-check how you speak
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| You dont make no sense to me
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| If i switch i wont act sensibly
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| I’ll make you care intensively
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| You’ll be in a coma for a week
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| And i really cant come to grips
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| With how these fellas act just like chicks
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| But now i retaliate with clips
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| And now i retaliate with force
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| You should come to grips
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| With how you really should watch your lips
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| You better know we’re some lunatics
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| And that we retaliate, of course
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| You dont wanna feel the heat from muh (click click)
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| I roll deep wi' muh (click click)
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| I’m always on the street wi' muh (click click)
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| I eat wi' muh (click click)
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| I sleep wi' muh (click click)
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| And i can put you 6 foot deep wi' muh (click click)
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| Chat shit you get beat wi' muh (click click)
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| Roll straight sound be the street wi' muh (click click)
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| Try if im never on my feet wi' muh (click click)
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| I’m only on my feet when i bus' heat (gunshots)
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| And you just ran outta luck wi' muh (click click)
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| Say your gonna get fucked up wi' muh (click click)
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| Gunshots leave bodies bruk wi 'muh (click click)
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| And i can make the whole place duck wi' muh (click click)
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| If you dont wanna get stuck wi' muh (click click)
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| Dont wanna get out the truck wi' muh (click click)
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| Cause you’ll get jacked and gun-but wi' muh (click click)
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| And i’ll leave your whole jaw bruk wi' muh (click click click click) |