| I can’t quite remember the month nor date
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| Nothing was gwan and I was jammin' round my gate
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| Started feenin’for a Dragon but had no cash
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| I had no choice the piggy-bank got trashed
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| It was me and my bold self with five bags of coppers
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| Splashed out on the counter at PJ Patel’s
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| He’s far from happy with my method of pay
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| I shrug my shoulders, I’m like what can you say?
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| It’s money, ain’t it? |
| I ain’t begging you jack
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| And mood I’m in, I might just give you a slap
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| I grip my Dragons and I leave in peace
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| As I stepped through the door he heard the kiss of my teeth
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| Minding my own business, rolling down the street
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| I swear I heard a female voice call my name
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| I stopped for a second Lord! |
| It’s Charmaine
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| Some sis I used to park with from way back when
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| We weren’t on no bone tip, just real good friends
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| We on some hug up and kiss, boy she looking neat
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| Head to toe in new garms and two new gold teeth
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| I said, «What you want?» |
| And she says, «This and that
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| Well, come around my yard and let’s crack this six-pack»
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| Back at my yard we heavy chilling, killing time
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| Exchanging views and getting thoughts off the mind
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| For three whole hours everything was cool
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| Around quarter to twelve they took the strangest twist
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| I’m looking in her face, I swear it looks off
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| She’s sweating like she dipping in some horse’s trough
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| Then she flips out, screaming quick, I hit a last
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| Trying to kick this brown but it’s busting my arse
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| Seems like the planet gone mad
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| What you staring in my face for?
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| I told you dudes, I can’t save ya
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| What the frigg is with this strange behavior?
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| Strange behavior
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| Charmaine the headstrong, proud Miss Missy
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| Fell for the local fluff dealer, she were living the high life
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| Sitting in the luxury’s lap
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| Little did she know she were braving a trap
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| Cause the thug that she loved was a two-bit thug
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| The notes that she speed with were dripping blood
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| She were mesmerized by the rude boy charm
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| Two years had passed, she thought she’s safe from harm
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| But the past has strange way of rearing its head
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| Just when she think it were dusted and dead
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| It’s like petrol bombs come flying through the window
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| Cause there’s a ten grand price on his life
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| Ready to be cashed when his heartbeat ceases
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| All that he tried, he can’t get no peace
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| Cause he’s running from the beast, running from the crims
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| After all’s said and done it’s the beast that wins
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| Whyil in on borrowed time, soon to get nabbed
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| Two keys of fluff that he just did grab
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| When her man got nicked, Lord knows she couldn’t cope
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| Started hitting the bottle, started tying the rope
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| Now she’s trapped in the chains of the oldest trade
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| Flashing her vag' in my face and I’m far from keen
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| I don’t want got business with no drugsman’s queen
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| Nahmean?
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| Seems like the planet gone mad
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| What you staring in my face for?
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| I told you dudes, I can’t save ya
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| What the frigg is with this strange behavior?
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| Strange behavior
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| Seems like the planet gone mad
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| What you staring in my face for?
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| I told you dudes, I can’t save ya
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| What the frigg is with this strange behavior?
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| Strange behavior
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| Seems like the planet gone mad
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| What you staring in my face for?
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| I told you dudes, I can’t save ya
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| What the frigg is with this strange behavior?
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| Strange behavior
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| What the frigg is with this strange behaviour? |