| Anna nuttin'
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| I turned nuttin' to something, now my name’s buzzing
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| She giving me slow migraine loving
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| And I ain’t rushing her
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| Not at all, hold on, got a call
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| So let me get right to it
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| All that’s cell-sight beef
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| Dem man are soft and sweet like Chewits
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| My team are on-sight, not cell-sight
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| Me, I’ve been well nice
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| Hell raiser
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| They don’t wanna see hell rise
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| I’m in Well Street and I’m well neat
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| The girls think I’m well nice
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| Anna nuttin', my cousin, cause I was born in the Homerton
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| I was well light
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| Too many man hate, too many man snaking me
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| Anna nuttin', anna nuttin'
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| There’s only one me, there’s no need for vacancies
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| Anna nuttin', anna nuttin'
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| I still do my stuff, your wifey, she flew by us
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| Anna nuttin', it’s nuttin'
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| I don’t see no threat cause he thinks that he knows best
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| Anna nuttin'
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| Anna nuttin', it’s nada, I’mma bark off
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| Feeling hot like lava, shelling gaza
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| Man are badman, yeah, just like my farda
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| But it’s new age, so man ah move smarter
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| Have him hopping on toes just like a dancer
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| If you touch one of mine inna my corner
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| Man ah dead him on sight
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| Ain’t gonna be no coming back after
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| I find pockets that you can’t find, in and out of beats
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| I be in and out of streets to the knowledge of police
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| I’m broke on my face but I’m firm on my feet
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| Getting it in, getting it in
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| Split it down the middle with my bretherins
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| If you ain’t one of them then you won’t get a thing
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| I’ll ditch for a bitch and the sweets and a stick for a pagan
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| Niggas wouldn’t really know kinda like Nathan, beat five
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| Hooked up to a hospital machine-wise
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| Heart replacements, set in a place that pussy place making
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| No point death faking cuh
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| When he’s on the floor, I will blaze him
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| Silly likkle possum
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| Fake shottas letting the onions go rotten
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| Cuh they don’t want us to find out that they got 'em
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| Cuh we rob 'em if we clock 'em
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| Too many man hate, too many man snaking me
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| Anna nuttin', anna nuttin'
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| There’s only one me, there’s no need for vacancies
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| Anna nuttin', anna nuttin'
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| I still do my stuff, your wifey, she flew by us
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| Anna nuttin', it’s nuttin'
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| I don’t see no threat cause he thinks that he knows best
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| Anna nuttin'
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| Anna nuttin', it’s nada, I’mma bark off
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| Feeling hot like lava, shelling gaza
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| Man are badman, yeah, just like my farda
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| But it’s new age, so man ah move smarter
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| Have him hopping on toes just like a dancer
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| If you touch one of mine inna my corner
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| Man ah dead him on sight
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| Ain’t gonna be no coming back after |