| My name’s Jermaine, they call me J for short
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| I handle my business, I ain’t known to talk
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| I’m quite handy with the hand 'ting
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| So if I ain’t eating, it’s a mad 'ting
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| I got beef but I ain’t watching that
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| Roll with my nine, so ain’t no guy stoppin' that
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| In other words: I’m on the hype 'ting
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| I ain’t raving, if I can’t get my nine in
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| Twenty-two and hungry
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| T.V. itching, I don’t know what the queen said
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| All I know is I gotta get paid, so I go half on the queen’s head
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| Just got a square and the peng is pellico
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| Try know that it’s a lot
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| Now I can’t wait to hit the strip cause this foods gonna have the bits on
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| lockdown
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| Evil people pree’ing on my income
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| Burn man’s skin when I sting one
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| Done a lot of dirt in my twenty-two years
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| Made couple mum cry twenty-two tears
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| So the semi-auto, nine-milli, yeah, I stay with one
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| Nothing get’s done until you pay man
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| I’m on road and my name brand
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| My wasteman dad weren’t there, fam it was the streets that raised man
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| Now I’m hearing 'dem man are onto me, so raving
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| With no straps kinda long for me
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| My name’s Jermaine, they call me J for short
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| I handle my business, I ain’t known to talk
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| I’m quite handy with the hand 'ting
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| So if I ain’t eating, it’s a mad 'ting
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| I got beef but I ain’t watching that
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| Roll with my nine, so ain’t no guy stoppin' that
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| In other words: I’m on the hype 'ting
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| I ain’t raving, if I can’t get my nine in
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| Didn’t you hear the latest?
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| Last Friday, outside Faces
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| Chatting to Keisha in my car
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| I look up and who do I see walk past?
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| Paigon! |
| Enemy!
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| I jumped out on a ting', «fam, you robbed me last year. |
| Fam, don’t you remember
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| me?»
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| Confused, he tried to pretend to be
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| Whatever then, I had thirteen shots in my nine
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| No lie, my man must’ve got about ten of them
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| Had to get out, had to get back to the ends again
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| Now that’s more beef to think about
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| Not to mention the corrupt pigs with the sniffers out
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| It’s all mad now, mum said things will end bad now
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| But you know how the road ting' goes
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| I done too much dirty to back down
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| Couple Friday’s down the line
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| I’m at home with a buff ting' taking it easy
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| Only to get a CD, that’s when I see man look all greasy
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| Who the fuck’s that? |
| Who the fuck’s that tho? |