| When trouble comes knockin' I’ll be ready alright
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| Put my fists up, ready to fight
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| But I ain’t gotta put my fists up every time
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| Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
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| And I ain’t gotta pull the heat like here we go
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| I ain’t gotta lose my head like years ago
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| Who needs actions?
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| Who needs actions when you got words
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| That ain’t afraid to get physical
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| It’s just that I hit harder when I spit on the verse
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| 'Coz I’m a sick spitter, spit so sick that it hurts
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| So sick of spittin' I can even spit in reverse
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| Still you can step up to my face if that’s the way that you feel
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| Throw a punch, I’ll throw one back an show you one for real
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| Lost a lot of so-called mates since I signed this record deal
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| One more wanker bringin' hate won’t matter now I’m payin' bills
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| No stayin' still waitin' for a giro
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| Feelin' so frustrated I could stab someone in the eye with a biro
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| Havin' to drive slow every time I see the 5 0
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| 'Coz there’s a nine bar of skunk in my trunk an it’s lipo
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| Used to shot the high grade pen
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| So I’m used to cats that beg for scraps
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| And cat crack that don’t make sense
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| Kai was true due even when you go to great lengths
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| I see through you like glass and fake friends
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| When trouble comes knockin' I’ll be ready alright
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| Put my fists up ready to fight
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| But I ain’t gotta put my fists up every time
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| Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
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| And I ain’t gotta pull the heat like here we go
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| I ain’t gotta lose my head like years ago
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| Sticks and stones break bones but what I say’ll hurt you worse
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| Leavin' you feelin' dead an' buried like you’re six feet under earth
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| And if actions speaker louder than words
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| How come I hear you hatin' but I never see you burst
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| You just vex 'coz you just wish you were Ariah
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| You can’t mix with any people for your set like I can
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| Pick up a mic hand, set the crowd alight man
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| Shine so fuckin' brightly they think it’s day when it’s night man
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| That’s right, man, you can’t deny I’ve got talent
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| It’s jealousy, you only hatin' 'coz you haven’t
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| The more I blow, the more you hate me wiv a passion
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| Now they press on my dick an people follow me like fashion
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| Well, I don’t believe the hype, well that’s all it is an nuttin' else
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| But I don’t need the hype the words are right to sell themselves
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| 'Coz the words are written from the heart that’s why they’re felt
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| And you’ll be eatin' yours, an mine are flyin' off the shelf
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| When trouble comes knockin' I’ll be ready alright
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| Put my fists up, ready to fight
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| But I ain’t gotta put my fists up every time
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| Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
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| And I ain’t gotta pull the heat like here we go
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| I ain’t gotta lose my head like years ago
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| I’d rather merk mans lyrically, spray them wiv spit from my tongue
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| Than goin' on a killin' spree and livin' life on the run
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| Even if sometimes I do feel like gettin' a gun
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| And runnin' up on everyone who hated me from day one
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| But what’s the point in that? |
| It’s ironic where the point be at
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| Haters from the heart, still the head is where I point the gat
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| Imagine how your face looks as I cock it back
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| Pull the trigger, imagine how your face looks after that
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| But it ain’t worth it, bro, hey yo, I ain’t thick
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| Even though I hear it teens say it too much, it makes me sick
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| Come across so many fools don’t make me wanna switch
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| I won’t ruin my career just because you said some shit
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| I’ll dead you quick, on the mics if you keep on beefin'
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| Think you’re gettin' to me, na blood you ain’t even
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| I’m a leave it so I maintain a cool balance
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| And you mean nuttin' to me that’s poor balance
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| When trouble comes knockin' I’ll be ready alright
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| Put my fists, up ready to fight
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| But I ain’t gotta put my fists up every time
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| Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
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| And I ain’t gotta pull the heat like here we go
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| I ain’t gotta lose my head like years ago
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| Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
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| You got, you got, you got, you, you got
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| You got, you got, you got
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| Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
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| You got, you got, you got, you, you got
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| You got, you got, you got
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| Who needs actions when you got words |