| What am I going to do?
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| The rent is overdue!
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| God, I guess it’s over to you
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| I could beg, borrow, or steal
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| Take it to court
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| Try to appeal
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| But you’ve got to be real
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| Like that guy from Cypress Hill
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| Times are ill
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| Before I do something stupid I should write my will
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| Yo I need to smoke something
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| Try to chill
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| Now I’m thinking:
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| In prison they supply the meals
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| No gas, no electric, or water bills
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| Fuck it, I’m cracking open a host of peels
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| As low as I feel?
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| I could rob a little kid’s piggy bank
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| Scrap the plate down to the last milligram
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| On the really, fam
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| I’m in a tight squeeze
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| Have you got a little spliff of weed that I could buy please?
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| Ayo, I’ll pay you later
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| Why’re you fronting?
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| Don’t be a player hater
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| When I blow I’ll be making crazy paper!
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| No money for food?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| The rent is overdue?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| Bailiffs at your door?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| You’re sick of being this poor?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| When your pockets are broke
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| You start thinking crazy
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| Your money went up in smoke?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| Up to your neck in debt?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| The landlord came to collect?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| They say I’m cashing cheques
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| And I’ll be pushing the bimmer next
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| I’ve got a push-bike, blud
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| I’ll push a BMX
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| So if you see me vexed
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| It’s 'cause my money’s short
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| There’s not enough noughts on this cheque
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| I need a couple more!
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| Surviving in the tin cans out the cupboard door
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| Bunning draw
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| Just to deal with the rugged, raw, situation
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| This is going to take a team effort
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| If all else fails I’ll turn to extreme measures
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| Ain’t nothing sweet, fellas
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| We’ve got to eat
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| Let us load up the heat and go wave it at some bank tellers
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| For a bag of Cheddars
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| I know you man are jealous
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| We’re all sick to the stomach like we’ve got Salmonella
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| I’m looking at my bank balance like «It's now or never»
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| You know the taxman is out to get you?
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| And I’ma bet you
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| That when your stomach’s touching your ribs
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| You’ll suddenly switch
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| It’s about to get ugly kids!
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| No money for food?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| The rent is overdue?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| Bailiffs at your door?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| You’re sick of being this poor?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| When your pockets are broke
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| You start thinking crazy
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| Your money went up in smoke?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| Up to your neck in debt?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| The landlord came to collect?
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| You start thinking crazy
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| So now it’s time to start pulling out the long straps
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| Sawn-offs and all that, gats and baseball bats
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| Black hoodies and baseball caps real low
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| Bandanas wrapped round the face so nobody’ll know
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| Let’s go
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| Natwest, HSBC, Abbey National
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| Halifax or the Barclays?
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| It’s all the same to me
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| Yeah, I know I’m a novice
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| But anyone can pull a toaster in the post office
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| Balaclavaed up
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| Celebrate down the pub, lagered up
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| Go to West-end clubs and large it
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| Plus treat yourself to some things
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| Live like a king, buy your wife some bling
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| I know she’d like a diamond ring
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| But the police must of traced the notes
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| Now they’re knocking on my door
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| There’s no place to go!
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| I’m out the back door
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| Over the wall, into the next road
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| They’re already there
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| I’m surrounded by 5−0 |