| OK, should I begin?
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| There was a boy in the manor called Jin
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| Sixteen and he’d just finished school
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| Smart likkle boy, nah, he weren’t no fool
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| Summer holiday in the ends
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| House party, gonna bring a few friends
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| Roll up with the squad, gyal dem are feeling ya
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| Bare hype tings but nuttin’s really kicking off
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| Next day, rolling round ends
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| Everybody clocks that they ain’t got dough
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| Can’t ask Mum cause she ain’t at home
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| And you don’t wanna be stealing phones, nah
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| Couple old’uns rolled by
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| Said «if you wanna make money, come by
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| But make sure that you roll with your boy Jin
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| Cause I know say you and him are best friends» so
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| They called Jin and told him the lowdown
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| Said «if you really wanna make money then go down
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| South Ealing cuh we’re ready to roll out
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| Jin was like «let's go now»
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| As they rolled up to the park
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| They saw the big man jump out of the car
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| He was like «yo, Jin, let me talk business
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| Cuh I know say you wanna get in this»
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| Cut the long story short
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| Big man gave him a two and a Q
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| Plus a mobile phone, and he said «likkle man
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| Don’t let none of your bredrins know that you’re moving dro
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| Couple months went past
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| Now Jin’s really feeling like an emperor
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| Now he’s making bare dough
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| He feels like he don’t need friends, but
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| Mandem are scheming
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| Police are watching all the drug dealings
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| Out of the ends, Jin keeps beefing
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| True say he’s the new don dada inna Ealing
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| Things are getting on top
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| Becuh everybody knows what you do
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| Plus the big man’s calling Jin and Jin answers the phone
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| Like «yo, wah gwan, my yout?»
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| It’s hype, big man replies
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| Like «yo, likkle man, better know your size
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| I don’t wanna come around and let my ting sky
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| Don’t piss me off, I swear» and Jin’s like
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| «I don’t care 'bout who you are, who you know
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| I run my ends so don’t run your mouth
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| Even though you brought me in the game
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| Don’t ever think say I won’t come to your house»
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| Jin put the phone down
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| Who do you think you are, man?
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| Fuck you think you are, blud?
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| I’m the fucking man, right now, blud
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| Man are boss, blud
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| I run this rasclart strip, yeah?
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| Man better know that
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| Fucking Jin
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| Oi, fam, is that Jin over there? |
| Is that Jin over there?
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| Oi, fuck that
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| Oi, pussy, hold this |