| I’m from where Reggie Kray got rich as fuck
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| East London, who am I to mess tradition up?
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| Jellied eels, pie and mash, two pints of that pride on tap
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| Polo top, pair of stans, flat cap and a Burberry mac
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| Some ASBO kids on the crack here
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| Super tenants on a park bench, brown packet
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| Yeah, that’s the hood, yeah, that’s the hood
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| I’m just a 2Pac nigga in a town full of Suges
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| Tryna be straight in this town full of crooks
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| Know when you’ve never seen a man buy a Bentley with a book
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| We take to water like a duck, headed to the green
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| But getting caught up in the rough
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| Story of my life, and I’m just giving you the crux
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| The wheels keep on turning, we keep on earning
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| Streets lead to wars and spies
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| Be sure we keep on moving forward
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| Straight, straight as the arrows fly
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| Back when Lethal Bizzle was Lethal B
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| This is how we used to dun the dance in East
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| We used to spit 16s til they called police
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| Probably somewhere in a party or the dark she’ll be
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| This is England, this is England
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| Where you could be a villain or a victim
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| Where you make money, make it out, avoid pen
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| That’s the idiot’s guide to the manor, my friend
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| Uh, it’s been a long time coming, like Sam said
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| A change gonna come for the masses
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| Bars back, give that dark shit a damn rest
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| Rap for the have-nots and the have-less
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| This my Rocky stairway flow
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| Something those Apollos wouldn’t know
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| Brother and a mother, where’s Daddy?
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| Ah, fuck it, same old, same old
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| Face bothered, two three piece, Lucky Thompson
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| Fight against the odds to the top like Jack Johnson
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| You can keep the more money if you keep the problems
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| I can keep it real, can you keep it 100?
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| Just bought a soda pound sign said
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| Stripped and underground, king of his highness
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| Now what will come first, getting rich or the dying?
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| The tears or the violins?
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| The wheels keep on turning, we keep on earning
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| Streets lead to wars and spies
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| Be sure we keep on moving forward
|
| Straight, straight as the arrows fly
|
| Back when Lethal Bizzle was Lethal B
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| This is how we used to dun the dance in East
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| We used to spit 16s til they called police
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| Probably somewhere in a party or the dark she’ll be
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| This is England, this is England
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| Where you could be a villain or a victim
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| Where you make money, make it out, avoid pen
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| That’s the idiot’s guide to the manor, my friend
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| It’s not a hip hop party without a butt twerk
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| It’s not a real rap song without a cuss word
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| It’s not a house party without a shuffle
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| It’s not a garage rave without champagne
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| Back when Wiley was Wiley Kat
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| This was how we used to get the party gassed
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| CS, get the party gassed
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| Then you covered your face and dossed out the back
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| I’ll tell you, back when Lethal Bizzle was Lethal B
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| This is how we used to dun the dance in East
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| We used to spit 16s til they called police
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| Probably somewhere in a party or a dark she’ll be
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| This is England, this is England
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| Where you could be a villain or a victim
|
| Where you make money, make it out, avoid pen
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| That’s the idiot’s guide to the manor, my friend
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| Back when Lethal Bizzle was Lethal B
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| This is how we used to dun the dance in East
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| We used to spit 16s til they called police
|
| Probably somewhere in a party or the dark she’ll be
|
| This is England, this is England
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| Where you could be a villain or a victim
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| Where you make money, make it out, avoid pen
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| That’s the idiot’s guide to the manor, my friend |