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[Intro]
Eh!? Danger Money's in the building,
It's a P.C.T production, nowââ¬Â¦
I'm as old-school as the days when London'sââ¬Â¦
Police used to bruise n***** with truncheons,
Double-u dot MySpace dot comââ¬Â¦
Slash Danger Money Records,
Wild out n*****, wild out n*****,
Wild out n*****, right out from theââ¬Â¦
[Verse 1]
Darkness I came like the train from the tunnel but withââ¬Â¦
A bang like the b***** that came from the g**, blood,
Time is money, spend it wisely, whyââ¬Â¦
Waste it when you could be making more? I've gotââ¬Â¦
Stars in my eyes, I walk through the smoke intoââ¬Â¦
Fights with the devil I ain't no joke, ââ¬~cozââ¬Â¦
Life's pretty enough to make me laugh, prettyââ¬Â¦
As my hands after an hour in the bath, fromââ¬Â¦
B******* the law for extra cash, toââ¬Â¦
Police cells rejecting bangers and mash,
Racists hate us, f*** ââ¬~em all the more for it,
Get ââ¬~em in a headlock, better yet, off withââ¬Â¦
It takes a true ââ¬~G' to change a chance to aââ¬Â¦
Change for the better for the good of the game they callââ¬Â¦
Hip-Hop, not, for the good of the lames, well theââ¬Â¦
Fact remains that this ain't a game, soââ¬Â¦
[Chorus]
Here we go, now, listen up, ladyââ¬Â¦
This is the part where you start to go crazy,
Here we go, now, listen up rudeboyââ¬Â¦
This is the part where you wild out like you neverââ¬Â¦
Did before, time to settle the score, theyââ¬Â¦
Shut me out, ââ¬~til I kicked in the door, nowââ¬Â¦
It's time to show how the f*** we roll, soââ¬Â¦
F*** what anyone thinks, here we go!
[Verse 2]
Home's where the heart is, Rome never startedââ¬Â¦
To be built before finishing on the same day,
Faith is a must, I say, f*** the nay-sayers,
A prayer a day means more than the papers,
D.Js, radio bosses, magazinesââ¬Â¦
T.V channels, one thing the streets need'sââ¬Â¦
For us to hook up and follow the pillars ofââ¬Â¦
Light that shine from the truest truth, now theââ¬Â¦
Sun may shine, but the cold still bites theââ¬Â¦
Hand of every man in the land without gloves, aââ¬Â¦
Life without love's the most terrible thing anyââ¬Â¦
Tongue could ever taste, the most terrible burden aââ¬Â¦
Heart could ever bear, the most terrible sound anââ¬Â¦
Ear could ever hear, the most terrible vision anââ¬Â¦
Eye or a mind could ever bear witness, to myââ¬Â¦
Falling out of lust, with a vengeance!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
From Holloway to Guantanamo Bay, I'm aââ¬Â¦
Law unto myself, I refuse to obey manyââ¬Â¦
Laws of the land, any law of the man worthââ¬Â¦
B*******, I take any risk or Mick orââ¬Â¦
P*** worth taking for the sake of my fate, ââ¬~cozââ¬Â¦
Patrick Bateman's back on the loose, to turnââ¬Â¦
Every advantage back to a deuce, babyââ¬Â¦
Girl I'm thirsty, could you grab me a juice? Nowââ¬Â¦
I ain't about that bird-brained bubblegumââ¬Â¦
Pop-Tart half-assed copycat weak s***,
A-B-C-D nursery-rhyme boringââ¬Â¦
Pay a D.J to play it sweet s***,
ââ¬~Cuz, I'm about that Danger Money gully s***,
Deeper than a case given to Mulder and Scully s***,
F*** the rules, f*** the book, pay attentionââ¬Â¦
Spit on any beat ââ¬~coz I do it for the streets, and myââ¬Â¦
Heart and my fate's in the hands of Jesus,
God blessed me with a big p****, the brain of aââ¬Â¦
Genius, a pain that gave me a reason toââ¬Â¦
Find something to believe in, I'm here toââ¬Â¦
Stay I ain't leaving, like it, or lump it,
Jump on my d*** or s*** it, I ain't budging unââ¬Â¦
ââ¬~til I kick the bucket, so don't go againstââ¬Â¦
But go with me, yes, you can do it!
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Eh! Finsbury Park, I've got youââ¬Â¦
Eh! North London, I've got youââ¬Â¦
Eh! All of London, I've got youââ¬Â¦
Eh! The whole U.K, I've got youââ¬Â¦
Eh! All of America, I've got youââ¬Â¦
Eh! Worldwide, I've got youââ¬Â¦
Eh! Street n*****, I've got youââ¬Â¦
Eh! Gully D.Js, I've got you!
é2006 Patrick Coleridge-Taylor
Written by Patrick Coleridge-Taylor, 2006
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