| You know that feeling
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| When you wake in a basement
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| With a massive gaping hole in your chest?
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| No?
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| Well, I’ve had better mornings.
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| Turns out I’d been used to smuggle cocain into the country
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| Which does rather prompt the question
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| What’s the big deal with coke?
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| So I talked to this dealer and he said:
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| «It's all about the profit!»
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| He took 2 tabs on tick,
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| but came back for a Q ball — later,
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| Frank he’s hooked on flake,
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| and it’s on that he spends all his — paper,
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| And he’ll take bash in a drought,
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| I push that one on him as a favour,
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| I take that cash and I’m out,
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| Yeah I know what the stake’s are,
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| I shot a box of the grass,
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| More time laced with sugar and glass,
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| I sold it for 44 but then I bought it for 4 now you do the math,
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| I take a penicillin tablet,
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| Hit it with a hammer then I turn it to bash,
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| Still I keep pulling in the man like magnets,
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| Shot em out the cheap shit,
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| turn it to cash.
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| I knew I had a chip on my shoulder,
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| Never thought it would matter much when I got older,
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| Mamma wanna good boy so that’s what I showed her,
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| Can’t tell her bout my life on the street as a soldier,
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| But they told you the rules from the start,
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| If your in it then be in it for a purpose,
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| The game don’t stop coz your timid or nervous,
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| Unemployed — to society your worthless,
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| Never had a job, but I’ve got 2 workers,
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| I’m no victim or martyr,
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| «I'm a hustler baby»,
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| Like S dot Carter,
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| From the start had my brain in gear,
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| Now I’m telling young G’s,
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| get your training here.
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| You can say no,
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| You don’t have to get high it’s cool,
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| But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel,
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| You can say no,
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| You don’t have to get high it’s cool,
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| But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel.
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| I’ll sell em magic,
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| I’ll sell em coke,
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| I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope,
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| I’ll sell em magic,
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| I’ll sell em coke,
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| I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope,
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| You can say no,
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| You don’t have to get high it’s cool,
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| But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel,
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| You can say no,
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| You don’t have to get high it’s cool,
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| But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel.
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| I’ll sell em magic,
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| I’ll sell em coke,
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| I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope,
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| I’ll sell em magic,
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| I’ll sell em coke,
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| I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope,
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| So I went to this naste toilet and this girls asked me
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| «Could you spare us a tenner?»
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| Uh, no!
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| I’m a dog
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| Honestly
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| And look who we have here
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| A bleeding nostril, perfect!
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| Well done, yes you are.
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| So I picked up the phone, somehow
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| And talked to Frank.
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| Finally, someone who made sense.
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| There’s a darker side to coke.
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| To find out more, visit TalktoFrank (.)com
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| I can get Keys for about 5 G’s,
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| Then shot it in 8th's and 10's,
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| That’s how I make some friends,
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| Then I get rid of it all and do the same again,
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| Coz profit yeah I’ve got it,
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| It’s the topic of the week,
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| So I drop it on the beat,
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| Like the topic of the week,
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| It’s Friday night and in ready for the mad shit,
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| One gram coke, one gram magic,
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| Time for me to get — wasted,
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| Have a sip of this yo — taste it,
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| Saturday night and I’m on it again,
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| More drink, more drugs, more chronic again,
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| Time for me to get — wasted,
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| Have a sip of this yo — taste it.
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| I only ever stepped on the toes of my foes,
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| Ask your hoes what I put in their nose,
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| You can test mine line for line,
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| I’m a pretty bright guys so it gots to shine,
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| I’ve had the Midas touch since 12 years old,
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| I can turn power into gold,
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| Who am I to spurn my gift,
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| Even them other top shottas are miffed.
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| There’s no business like dope business,
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| Well no business I know,
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| Coz everybody out here tryina sell something,
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| What are you tryina offload?
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| There’s no business like dope business,
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| Well no business I know,
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| Coz everybody’s out here tryina make paper,
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| Everybody’s tryina get dough.
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| You can say no,
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| You don’t have to get high it’s cool,
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| But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel,
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| You can say no,
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| You don’t have to get high it’s cool,
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| But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel.
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| I’ll sell em magic,
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| I’ll sell em coke,
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| I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope,
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| I’ll sell em magic,
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| I’ll sell em coke,
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| I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope,
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| You can say no,
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| You don’t have to get high it’s cool,
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| But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel,
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| You can say no,
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| You don’t have to get high it’s cool,
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| But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel.
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| I’ll sell em magic,
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| I’ll sell em coke,
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| I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope,
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| I’ll sell em magic,
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| I’ll sell em coke,
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| I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope. |