| So you wanna be a gangster?
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| Tell me just one thing
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| What you know about being a hard-man?
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| Your mum buys your bling
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| Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn’t pull the trigger if you need to
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| Cause you haven’t got it
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| So you might as well quit
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| I’m moving, couldn’t be losing
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| Nothing but a success thing, I’m proving
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| Nothing to you half-heart wasters
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| Standing there yap-yap-yapping on cruising
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| Nobody dictates, I’m choosing
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| Where I go, what I do with my life, stupid
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| And I hold my own, I’m Raskit
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| You better watch your tone, you spastic
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| 'low it, you’re not heartless
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| Nothing but a lot of hot air, you’re harmless
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| I keep getting my paper regardless
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| Your words don’t faze me, I’m marvelous
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| Age 22, zero tolerance
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| And I ain’t got no time for the nonsense
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| You wanna see me, come to my concerts
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| And we can do it on stage with a audience
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| Beef, stripes, guts, glory
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| All these hype bredders in the club bore me
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| I wish when I’d come through they’d ignore me
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| I really can’t deal with another war story
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| Bredders in my face with a fist full of paper
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| Trying to make out they’re a big money maker
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| Talking all loud (Better know man a hustler)
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| I ain’t got time, rudeboy, see you later
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| And I can’t forget these groupies following
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| Fronting, raving, ranting, hollering
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| Yeah, I know I shouldn’t be complaining
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| But these Jezebels do my brain in
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| (I ain’t no groupie, who ya calling Jezebel?
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| Don’t chat to me like I’m just any girl)
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| Ah security, somebody move her
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| (I don’t wanna talk to you anyway, loser)
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| That whip don’t make you a big man (Nah mate)
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| That chain don’t make you a big man (Nah mate)
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| I know you think you’re a big man (What mate?)
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| But really you’re just a waste, man ('low it)
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| Yo, let me wrap it up while I’ve still got time
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| Ain’t nobody telling about no Grime
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| Cause I know where I stand with it, I’m fine
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| Handle your biz, I’m handling mine
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| Everybody chatting 'bout black-on-black crime
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| All I see is the blind leading the blind
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| I wanna leave all the pettiness behind
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| You don’t really want to see me cross that line
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| Leave me alone or you’ll be sorry
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| Beef ain’t nothing new to me, you wally
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| Why don’t you just kick back, be jolly
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| Stay at home with a cup of tea, watch Corrie
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| I’m not listening anyway, man
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| Who rattled your cage anyway, man
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| Ain’t no slacking with this young man
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| Do what I gotta do everyday, fam |