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I was slippin' in southwest |
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London No strap, no 'chete on my ones with the gash |
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I had to splurt from southwest |
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London Wrong place, wrong time no you can't have a stripe { |
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Listen, yo} |
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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, |
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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 |
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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 |
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I've got enough dough |
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I won't get cozy here in |
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England I'm goin' back to |
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Trinidad and |
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Tobago Listen, if |
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I was you |
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I wouldn't watch my dough 'cause |
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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 |
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I'll be on my own |
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I was slippin' in southwest |
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London No strap, no 'chete on my ones with the gash |
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I had to splurt from southwest |
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London Wrong place, wrong time no you can't have a stripe |
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I'm from the jungle |
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I won't get lost |
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I make the flow cold just like |
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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, |
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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, |
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I'm guilty |
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For the street wars |
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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 |
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Slazenger |
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Don't wanna manger |
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Back in the day |
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I was a scavenger |
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Street kid |
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Roman Road back to |
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Latimer I was slippin' in southwest |
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London No strap, no 'chete, on my ones with the gash |
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I had to splurt from southwest |
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London Wrong place, wrong time no you can't have a stripe |
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I was slippin' in southwest |
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London No strap, no 'chete on my ones with the gash |
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I had to splurt from southwest |
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London 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 |
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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 |
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Wiley There goes |
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Kylie Still havin beef today like |
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I'm 19 I know it's my fault quietly, |
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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 |
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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 |
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I didn't want to sort out beef |
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You think that |
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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 |
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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 |
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London No strap, no 'chete on my ones with the gash |
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I had to splurt from southwest |
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London Wrong place, wrong time, no you can't have a stripe |
