| I see no point in living life that right, so I just take what I can find.
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| I see no point in living life that right,
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| When your out here in this jungle
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| It’s wild round 'ere, you don’t wanna spend a night round 'ere.
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| When your out here in this jungle, aint nothing nice round 'ere,
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| Troubles what you find round 'ere.
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| When your out here in this jungle, in this jungle.
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| Your always caught in this struggle, in this jungle.
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| But you keep asking for trouble, you love?
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| You love when trouble comes your way, your way, your way.
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| Verse 1: Welcome to Hackney,
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| A place where I think somebody’s been playing Jumanji.
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| A Manor where man are like animals,
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| An' they’ll yam on you like they yam on food.
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| Cats with claws that’ll stab a yout', act bad an' catch a slap or two.
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| We don’t applaud success, all we clap are tools.
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| London aint cool to cruise through where the hunters pray,
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| Looking lunch today,
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| And your chains looking like fresh fruit to a hungry ape.
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| They’ll eat on you, then laugh about it like Hyenas do,
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| So stick to breezing through, like cheeta’s do or be a piece of food.
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| Chorus
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| When your out here in this jungle.
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| It’s wild round 'ere, you don’t wanna spend a night round 'ere.
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| When your out here in this jungle, aint nothing nice round 'ere,
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| Troubles what you find round 'ere.
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| When your out here in this jungle, in this jungle.
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| Your always caught in this struggle, in this jungle.
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| But you keep asking for trouble, you love?
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| You love when trouble comes your way, your way, your way.
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| Verse 2: It’s blitz admist the strife here,
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| Got kids with sticks and knifes here.
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| It’s hype here, we know no different prick;
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| It’s just life here, life the way we know from young the way we’re shown.
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| Stacked trapped in flats where our front doors don’t face the road.
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| God CID spinning round in cars, shifting criminals at large, it’s hard,
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| Not to think the bits are just a bing without the bars.
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| Jealousy’s what the cheddar brings, for the cheddar it’s anything goes,
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| Low enough to rob newly weds for their wedding rings
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| Everyday is warring, never give a warning,
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| Violence is the only way you settle things, everyday is hating,
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| Money that I’m making, jealous 'cause I’m moving on to better things,
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| Everyday is fighting, rolling in the night now.
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| All you do is watch everyone else get far, you say that life is hard…
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| When your out here in this jungle.
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| It’s wild round 'ere, you don’t wanna spend a night round 'ere.
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| When your out here in this jungle, aint nothing nice round 'ere,
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| Troubles what you find round 'ere.
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| When your out here in this jungle, in this jungle.
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| Your always caught in this struggle, in this jungle.
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| But you keep asking for trouble, you love?
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| You love when trouble comes your way, your way, your way. |