| Blud, when you hear the sirens coming
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| I can hear the sirens coming
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| Better run when you hear the sirens coming
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| I can hear the sirens coming
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| 1 to da 2 to da 3 to da 4
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| Line my street, knocking at my door
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| 12 black boots on my bedroom floor
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| What they want with rascal I’m not sure
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| Took me to the station 8:30
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| For a fight that I had recently
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| Say they got me on CCTV
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| And the black boys told on me
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| Can’t understand why these boys keep snitching
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| Can’t understand why these boys keep bitching
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| Now I’m hot tempered feel like switching
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| Can’t stand still trigger finger itching
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| Gotta stay calm, gotta keep my cool
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| If I go down I’ll be a dam fool
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| Gotta rise up, gotta stand up tall
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| Can’t let em see the end of Dizzee Rascal
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| Yo, let’s take it back to that old school story telling shit
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| Get me!
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| One day I was with my bredwin 'A dot' roaming the streets
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| On the main road hungry looking for something to eat
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| Not no burger and no chips that’s easily digested
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| That shit that if your caught, u’ll be easing arrested
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| We was on the robin street I forgot to mention Kate
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| There was this Breda rolling with us he was scared it was blait,
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| And he was high
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| But, back to the story 'A dot' spotted the man
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| Straight ahead of us in the distance with his wifey holding hands
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| So we followed him through this little alleyway into the flats
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| and we thought the time was perfect so we crept up and we attacked
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| I took the first swing unexpected causing panic
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| We was ruthless causing agony in public it was tragic
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| Me and 'A dot' lost the plot, acting like we were from hell
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| Beat this Breda to the floor beat his wifey up as well
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| Clayton stood back shaking, wishing that he never came
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| When from out of nowhere there was Alisha screaming my name
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| She went my school
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| She saw it all
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| To make it worse I’m hearing sirens, I ain’t even trying handle
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| I can hear the sirens coming
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| I break the law; |
| I will never change
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| Step into my soul get your whole face rearranged
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| See me on the tele but I ain’t no actor
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| Running through the streets brave face it’s a jack one
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| Real day light no shame like a lunatic
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| Rain, hell, sleet or snow I ain’t new to it
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| Show me what you got betta give it up quickly
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| Lay them on their back if they try and fight swiftly
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| Better mind out when they come through the manner man
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| Keep em on their toes like hammer man
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| It’s no joke man woman and child I’m seeking
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| See no skets no age im creeping
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| Anything through the door cold on the wheelers
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| Duck from the feds and I roll with the Dealers
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| Smile with your heart and stand on a sentance,
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| My last day wasn’t like Eastenders
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| Step into my soul get your whole face rearranged
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| I break the law I will never change |