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Sykes, Sykes You know, you know Nastylgia Yo Feds blew off my door for a mad ting, sad ting, talk about intent supply (Uh) Have you ever sat down in a courtroom, look at life and Marj ain't cry? Ayy Me, I spent time on basic, phonin' bro, tryna keep my head, aye (You know) I said 'Bug don't listen enough, he just slide an' let corn fly (Whoosh) How many times we go there, do it? Thing in the ride tryna make 'em go through it (You know) Them man had their chance but blew it, knew it, would've hurt more if you threw it (Uh) New smoke, bro, let's go through it It could've been the end, the ting never jammed (Uh-uh) Ride-out's ain't planned, then 'Bug still pay, now opps get blamed (One) My bro been in jail for ten year straight He still kept the link (Free up, free up) Alarm bells on Feltnham, 9AM, it's a early shift (Brrr) Spontaneous glides Didn't catch an M but we nearly did (Turn) They see it's lit (Turn) It really coulda been a 30 wreck (Told me turn, ayy) Concrete jungle Us young niggas earnt respect (Told me turn, 'eah) Stepped on opps, now my stylist scheme down my turtleneck (Turn, turn, turn) SongtexteMy young boy went and burnt an opp Came to the block then he burnt that 'ped (S-s-s-suh) But he put too much petty I swear he nearly burnt down the rec' Nokia, E, that was O for Ian How all now I got sauna steam? Back then, man done it with a sawn-off one, now main opps see us with a G17 Tryna stay clean, but I'm playing a dirty game (Dirty) 'Fore I've been bounced for raisains, that was on a dirty 'caine (Bu'j) Bust my kettle and chain Grown, now I might cop me a Plain Jane VS1 can't hide this pain Hit up A same way (Yo) Make sure your boots are laced (Lace it) Don't step if it ain't for K (No) One pop, we'll put it on a spray, now I'm checking the news all day Yo, don't slip when I'm outside 'tacking Thing on my hip, of course I'm not lacking (Uh-uh) Yeah, the other side bruck, they're slacking Real bad men, I forev' be stacking, ayy Come a long way from trappin' Now I'm in the studio, full time rapping (Uh) If she ain't ten I ain't tapping Slow down miss, why you always love snapping? [?] had to hop that trade, now it's up in OT flying packs, no plane, playing Gas said I'm way too veng, got hunnids on me, throw bands, let it rain (You know) D-tup, I still pop champagne, when court get buss it's us they blame (Uh, uh, uh) Pedal bike gliding, on the other side watch them toolies saying (Yo, one) Old Bailey, eight weeks, I reminisce occasionally (One) I'm feeling like the CPS hate me, luckily I know that my brownster's facety (One) One of these feds wanna cage me (Turn), breakfast pack on A wing (Told me turn, one) We'll hit the strip, serving out the 80s, intent to supply, now we serve re pastries Yo, pastries, baguettes (Suh) Water, riolettes Six 'peds got me this country flat on let German dingers Gang got' step correct (Rrrr) No connect four, wanna call for the fourceconnects (Gang) Came out of jail an' abused that microwave and fork (Whip it) Go to war, two different fours We can go long or short (Short or long) Dot-dot go "Boom-bow" Loud like the 6.3 exhaust (Nyow) Load that 'matic, do it gently, better not stuff that corn (Stuff it) How much waps been bought? (How many?) Round that up, coulda went a jewlers' (Hmm) Fifth corn's enormous, beat it, he's defo falling (Drop it) All year I just gave out orders, like "Go there with a four in the corner" Work that boy in front of his bredrins, now they got' deal with trauma (Huh) Aus Songtexte Mania