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Rastafari Walk Tall
From: East London, (Hackney) |
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Murder
IP:
Man walks up to u in a club
says a brer's talkin shit bout u
( u say who)
(dat brer over dere filling his cup)
u walk over like man, wassup
he disses u,ur fam and ur crew
now he's insulted u and u look a fool
cos he dun dissed u
in front of yo homies, so what u gonna do
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ur mans look @ u like step up black
so u go outside and key up his cadillac
dem grroves be inches deep
gon cost dat nigga 5 g's at least
he steps out crunk'd as fuck
from a night when Elusiv G dun ripped da club
and he sees his ride
and feels the dagger slicin' through his pride
bitches on the side, laughin' like its a joke
manz screamin ( if it was me dat nigga b smok'd)
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Goes to his contact to buy sum heat
He's weary of the popo so hes on the creep
goes to his hoes, deliperates on the predicament
his niggaz phone saying lets 4get any agreement
so dey roll up in a lincoln navigator
roll by da niggaz house ( nigga com get a taster)
brer stepz outside with his homies at his bak
nigga no.1 dus nuttin but spray from his gat
dats how da streetz fall further
best believ its murder |