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Dubplate

When a veteran steps in the building, salute and from the children
Then I salute the badman back cause a real nigga recognise
These MCs can't it
been racking up bodies since Raskit's Jordan jacket
Black and a ratchet
knife in the baggies
Hard knock life, no
Stand one night, I'm
I ain't got time for no

Take all the and dollar the gyal
Psst. I'm a Yardie, that's how I call a
1-2 mic and a one tune
Man you then spurned you
Can't history, I've written too much to be written off, young youts
We're some drinking ace, that's pontoon
Up Bond street. Bond
lyrical kung fu
Let me bump tunes. And split like the sun roof
The must approve and theyre waiting for the bus youts
the ends say I've got one (Bop, Bop)
Rudeboy, wheel it again all them people fi dead
The them MCs came, the harder them MCs fell
Them soundboys two for two it
Man's been stacking up from 7 inch Shabba and Loochie
Dress code, Ones and it
Church's? No, do it
Earnt this win through it
new, not newish
Kettle on the with the Tetley brewing
Italian leather flew in
cop a white gold president Putin
Rev at the lights, no tell em I'm
But I'll open your door "gentlemen do it"
Phew! This one's called

up the caskets
I know Will the chorus
I think Sol wants adlibs
I bet Rich the Royalties
But wants the gasment
To them fucking little bastards
If he's the best, who's man
Fucking hell, I'm
Abu madness
held the zampers
Crack the champers
For GT and them, mandem!
Yeh, club of wanksters
Man act up, that's an
bandits, 50 bags for the Barristers
Yuck. Sounds fishy
But fuck that shit, got bigger fish to
Then grab 60k for the 60
Drunk all summer, liquid living
High off life, no need billing
sins here, talk big boy millions
Axel Rod tryna get the
Criminal affiliates, caecilians
in the ends? Better grab some militants
Wraps on deck make man so
It's how death makes man so innocent
Image thing, I ain't got time for the
I hundred
No when I do lunch with pudding and punch
With some of bruddas so sunken
Take a picture of them, If ain't done shit
When I see the pussy, I will grab the but I ain't got time for the Trump shit

Some boys just don't know but I ain't got time to explain it
I got time to explain it
Don't ask me about beef in the basement, I ain't got time to it
I'm your favourite's favourite
But I ain't got time to it
Touch road, man murk it
Got my bredrin wan arrange it
And his chip won't free up the shotgun seat but I ain't got to be faced it
I ain't got to explain it
I ain't got to... mad