调：A minor
Verse 1
I'm from a place were the streets
are filled with snakes
That smile in your face as they plot
to do wrong.
I'm from a town where the mans will
take you down
If they see you making pounds and flashing
it around like you the don
They don't give a fuck if you got talent,
Only got love for your bank balance
like, "Give me the wrong!"
Don't ever get it twisted.
Yeah I'm really,
Verse 2
really from the ends now what the fuck you want?
past the coppers on the beat
Past the shooters blotting weed
'Cause this is everyday life.
Fuck the police
'Cept where I'm living I can't see no ghetto,
This ain't America, it's England,
where we live ain't nothing special.
and call it a ghetto,
Same way you make cyanide,
Hip- hop's in the street,
now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV,
now it's cool to carry metal
F
Objects,
Now the object is to kill.
How can you value life when you're so
How's it make you feel,
Blud, holding that buckey?
Knowledge is power,
guns just make you feel lucky.
yout' man like to go on,
Busting shots in the crowd when there's a show
Real gangsters stay underground
like non- fiction,
They don't fire blanks at Yanks like
when Nas played at Brixton.
it for kicks and
Hear a next man speak
their name from his lips and
shots from a gun
Like if they fired one at him the
fucking prick wouldn't run.
for acting so dumb and it's no excuse,
Most of us are fatherless sons.
Verse 3
I'm from a place were the streets
are filled with snakes
That smile in your face as they plot
to do wrong.
I'm from a town where the mans will
take you down
If they see you making pounds and flashing
it around like you the don
They don't give a fuck if you got talent,
Only got love for your bank balance
like, "Give me the wrong!"
Don't ever get it twisted.
Yeah I'm really, really from the ends
Verse 4
Yo, where you from?
Are you really from the ends?
Well that depends on what the fuck
you mean by ends,
I ain't from them ends.
my friend,
And round here you gotta watch your back
'cause everyone's bent,
Bare man who think they're rough
just 'cause they're shooting the peng,
know me as Ben.
Youths as young as ten walking round
They're under the influence,
and I ain't even talking 'bout drugs,
I'm talking bout why the fuck
they're walking like thugs.
of being a gangster,
Romantic idealisms producing
hot jism like a wanker.
street fighting like Blanka?
Queensbury Rules,
Knock out your teeth if
you bring me beef,
Verse 5
What's your name?
Plan B? Yeah I've heard of you,
still.
Yeah yeah, you're fucked up,
you're fucked up.
Yeah, yeah,
that's cool though.
Give me your phone, anyway.
Give me your phone,
I don't give a shit,
Don't make me jibb you up.
You see this blade and I'll cut
F
your throat
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调音器E A D G B E
和弦Am F Bsus4 G
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