| I’ve had enough of these fake gangsters,
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| Like they don’t feel pain, never felt pain,
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| Like they don’t have any family,
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| They havn’t fallen in love,
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| Havn’t watched television,
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| They don’t eat and sleep,
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| They think their waterproof, fireproof, everything-proof,
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| I just think their idiots,
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| Punch in the face,
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| Punch in the face,
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| Nobody wants a punch in the face,
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| That’s why everybody rolls in a group,
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| Or with a mash, Or with a baseball bat in case,
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| They chat waste,
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| To the wrong person and get a punch in the face,
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| Now he can’t go out with his friends,
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| He has to jam and shot in the ends,
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| Shot in the ends, shot in the ends,
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| Another little kid gets shot in the ends,
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| Everybody on the TV and the media wanna blame him family and friends,
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| But true say we all know his family and friends didn’t manufacture them skengs,
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| The govements in control,
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| And that’s why everybodys bored on road,
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| Bored on road, bored on road,
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| Another little kid gets boured on road,
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| What, What who stabbed him?
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| Everbody knows but no-one disrepects the street code,
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| Cause if your talk to the feds, your bredrins will go into skeng man mode,
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| And when they get vexed,
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| You’ll have your hands in the air like your doing a stretch,
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| Doing a stretch, doing a stretch,
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| Another black boy is doing a stretch,
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| Coulda been avoided if he woulda stayed in school and learnt punctuation like
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| Wretch,
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| But instead he got into beef on road and shot a guy in his chest,
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| What happened to the days,
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| When you would just get a punch in the face?
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| What’s the meaning of JME, Jack man everyday blatently,
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| No, your mistaken see, my birthname ain’t escaping me,
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| What’s the meaning of JME, Jack man everyday blatently,
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| No, your mistaken, my names Jamie, Also known as O-O-D,
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| Cause If I got a G I’m GOOD,
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| Plus bare girls know me for the ood,
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| But I ain’t happy with a G, I wanna get HIJKLMNOP,
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| I member sayin' that when I was 3,
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| I used to say JKmenamenaP,
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| My teacher who taught me my alphabet,
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| Now I’m sellin him Cd’s,
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| Gimme half a chance and I’m sellin' him a tee,
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| Put on the Tee shirt, tell’I’m he’s a G,
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| Boy Better Know,
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| All the girls will try and sweet him up, like he’s cinnamon and cream,
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| Groupie love, yeh that’s what I wanna see,
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| Pull my clothes whilst I’m spittin on the beat,
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| Buy another tee shirt then, Cause,
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| Why’d you think their all hollarin at me? |