| I was slippin' in southwest London
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| No strap, no 'chete on my ones with the gash
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| I had to splurt from southwest London
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| Wrong place, wrong time no you can’t have a stripe
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| I’m real the people know
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| I go places where you don’t go
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| You can find me in the hood murkin' a show
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| It’s all normal, I’m up for making the dough
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| And if you wanna rob me don’t be an amateur
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| 'Cause if I get away I’ll be back in a mo
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| Tell me to convert if you wanna
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| 'Cause I swear the only answer you will hear is no
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| I will return to my country one day
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| But only when I’ve got enough dough
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| I won’t get cozy here in England
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| I’m goin' back to Trinidad and Tobago
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| Listen, if I was you I wouldn’t watch my dough
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| 'cause I would never let two pound go
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| And I won’t stay around so you can get stripes
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| You’ll see me again and I’ll be on my own
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| I was slippin' in southwest London
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| No strap, no 'chete on my ones with the gash
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| I had to splurt from southwest London
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| Wrong place, wrong time no you can’t have a stripe
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| I’m from the jungle I won’t get lost
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| I make the flow cold just like Jack Frost
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| And I’m the wrong person, you should never cross me
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| Takin' my life that comes at a cost
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| I don’t stand in your face and floss
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| I’m easy, I wear a Casio watch
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| I’m sorry you lost your wifey
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| She still looks strong with chung lip gloss
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| Still actin' innocent when you’re guilty
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| Me I’m still makin' the beats and they’re filthy
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| Warin' MC’s everyday, I’m guilty
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| For the street wars I’m built, they wanna kill me
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| I react quick though, face any challenger
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| New to this racket like Slazenger
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| Don’t wanna manger
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| Back in the day I was a scavenger
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| Street kid Roman Road back to Latimer
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| I was slippin' in southwest London
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| No strap, no 'chete, on my ones with the gash
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| I had to splurt from southwest London
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| Wrong place, wrong time no you can’t have a stripe
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| I was slippin' in southwest London
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| No strap, no 'chete on my ones with the gash
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| I had to splurt from southwest London
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| Wrong place, wrong time no you can’t have a stripe
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| Listen, you wanna know a bit about about fallin' off?
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| I couldn’t tell you cause I’ve never fallin' off
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| There’s the bridge, all you’ve got to do is walk across
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| I’m a wizard my talent’s got no cost
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| You ain’t a boss like Wiley
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| There goes Kylie
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| Still havin beef today like I’m 19
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| I know it’s my fault quietly, I’m too safe
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| So when you see me in the streets walk past me
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| If you’ve got a question don’t ask me
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| I’ve never left the hood
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| You won’t outlast me
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| As for those who want to bad mouth me,
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| You know revenge is sweet like candy
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| Girls make boys turn stupid
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| Don’t be angry just be even, try to understand me
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| Cause settin' me up is no good
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| I could have my eyes closed and I can still see
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| And you ain’t got one over me
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| Naw, I won’t let you run over me
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| Pull a gun out at me, crews come out from me
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| I must be someone you all wanna be
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| I’m a baller from east,
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| Never had a day of peace where I didn’t want to sort out beef
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| You think that I don’t want to get you back, you’re wrong, man
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| Mental state is still street
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| But I’ll just wait 'till the day I wake up,
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| Come to your house and show you 'bout beef
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| As I kid I had a knife in a sheaf on a mountain bike shottin weed
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| No I ain’t a chief
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| I was slippin' in southwest London
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| No strap, no 'chete on my ones with the gash
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| I had to splurt from southwest London
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| Wrong place, wrong time, no you can’t have a stripe |