| Like who the fuck are you,
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| Yer, who the fuck are you,
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| Is it recording yer,
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| I come direct and i inject,
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| And im expecting your respect,
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| I’m a baller, you’ve been checked,
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| Im the kinda kid you can’t detect on the road,
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| All out when im about,
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| I’ll put my elbow in your mouth,
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| Your a fassi, there’s no doubt,
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| I bet my sword will make you shout,
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| ?? |
| to have you hangin from a fence,
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| Then i’ll laugh at your expense,
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| And maybe chuck you fifty pence,
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| Snitch you make me switch,
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| You sound and look just like a bitch,
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| Whether your poor, or whether your rich,
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| I’ll leave you lying in a ditch,
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| Cos im from ragged ragol rags,
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| You aint ragol rags like me,
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| I’ll behave when i emcee,
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| Raged ragol ragedly,
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| We easily be the worst,
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| Bust akademiks first,
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| Badly who emcee’s get akademikly reversed,
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| I’m akademikly perverse,
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| I’m akademikly perverted,
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| Badly who emcee’s get akademikly diverted,
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| Some return really clearly get burn get hurted,
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| Till they realise they shud hav akademikly hav blurted…
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| You dont want the beef,
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| You dont want the grime,
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| You aint got the guts,
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| I aint got the time,
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| But you can come to the manor get jacked,
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| Come to the manor get killed,
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| Come to the manor get shot,
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| Come to the manor get killed,
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| We call it arms as, arms as,
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| Go and get your crew,
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| If you cant back the arms as, who the fuck are you,
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| We call it arms as, arms as,
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| Go and get your firm,
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| If they dont wana listen then we better make 'em learn…
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| Raised in the gutter i was told i shud fight,
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| So i create and cause confusion from da left to the right,
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| I’m sweet as a nut, im doin allrite, cosy im comfortable,
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| 'stead im tryna avoid the sargeant, PC and the constable,
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| Raised in the gutter i was told i shud pop,
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| So i creat and cause confusion from the bottom to the top,
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| I’m doin okay, i’ll honestly say, this year i’m flyin thru,
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| I could easily find myself in jail but i aint tryin too,
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| I keep it clear and frank,
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| Relax with the pressure,
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| I’m dirty and i’m stank,
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| But aint no body fresher,
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| My haters make enquiries, 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 manor, could be overseas,
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| Could well be definatly making P’s,
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| Could be live at wembley warming up for Jay Z’s,
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| But im definatly certain that you cant see me…
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| You dont want the beef,
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| You dont want the grime,
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| You aint got the guts,
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| I aint got the time,
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| But you can come to the manor get jacked,
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| Come to the manor get killed,
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| Come to the manor get shot,
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| Come to the manor get killed,
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| We call it arms as, arms as,
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| Go and get your crew,
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| If you cant back the arms as, who the fuck are you,
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| We call it arms as, arms as,
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| Go and get your firm,
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| If they dont wana listen then you better make 'em learn… |