| I remember as a yute, I used to get mad
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| Watchin' all them older niggas poppin' fresh tags
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| This is way before a nigga used to rep flags
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| Just my mum, little brothers, and my stepdad
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| Yeah, way before the flag was black
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| 100 Pecham yutes gathering outside the crackerjack
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| Beano, Big Lee, Fighter and Scat
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| Ram, Inch, Trim, Tamer, Crimer and that
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| We were young, stupid, violent, and black
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| Robbin' every shop and everyone to try get a stack
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| Everything was good then besides getting wrap
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| Then Lee died and we all divided them packs
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| Couple years later, arrived at my batch
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| Me, Carlton in the house deciding attacks
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| Relying on straps, dividing the packs
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| Had mad shootouts, then Trident attacked
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| I’mma give it to 'em, I’mma let 'em 'ave it
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| This is motion picture, this is cinematic
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| I’mma let em ave it, I’mma let 'em 'ave it
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| The way I put it down’s similar to magic
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| Yeah, I’mma let 'em 'ave it
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| This is mad powerful, 11 'matics
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| I’mma let 'em 'ave it, I’mma let 'em 'ave it
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| Yeah, I’mma give 'em magic
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| I used to rise the something for my brother
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| Truss me, I used to really stress my baby mother
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| Damn
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| Next thing I know, I got jumped by them undercovers
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| Fuck the flippin bail
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| Judge threw the hammer down, straight to Brixton jail
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| I’m the only Peckham boy in the flipping jail
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| But everybody showed me love, I was mixing well
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| 2 years 8 months, what the judge said
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| I could have dropped dead
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| Nigga, fuck feds
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| Got back, laid down and smiled on my bunk bed
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| Touch road, got the punk Zs
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| My nigga Rich dropped me couple boxes, I was munchin'
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| My little brother Spen got the gun ting
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| Cause a little niggas out here thought they run things
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| I’mma give it to 'em, I’mma let 'em 'ave it
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| This is motion picture, this is cinematic
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| I’mma let em ave it, I’mma let 'em 'ave it
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| The way I put it down’s similar to magic
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| Yeah, I’mma let 'em 'ave it
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| This is mad powerful, 11 'matics
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| I’mma let 'em 'ave it, I’mma let 'em 'ave it
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| Yeah, I’mma give 'em magic
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| Why should I give a fuck about a critic for?
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| I’m reminiscing about livin' in them prison doors
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| What the fuck’d you think I did this for?
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| Fast forward, now I’m witnessing a bidding war
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| Don’t ask me how
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| Only thing that you should ask is who’s laughing now?
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| All dem fools that thought that they was smart, who’s smartest now?
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| Spen pulled up in the lambo and laughing loud
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| A lot of stush chicks starting to get nasty now
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| I bet the industry invite me to them parties now
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| Ooh
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| Cause I signed that record deal, they better chart me now
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| That’s the money sound, bring the money round
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| Soon it be MTV, cribs, in Armani gowns
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| Floors lookin' marble now, park in the garden now
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| I’mma let 'em 'ave it, get this motherfucker started now
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| I’mma give it to 'em, I’mma let 'em 'ave it
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| This is motion picture, this is cinematic
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| I’mma let em ave it, I’mma let 'em 'ave it
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| The way I put it down’s similar to magic
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| Yeah, I’mma let 'em 'ave it
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| This is mad powerful, 11 'matics
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| I’mma let 'em 'ave it, I’mma let 'em 'ave it
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| Yeah, I’mma give 'em magic |