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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Crunk &amp; Grime (Woo, woo, woo)
Check it out (Klass-A)
Check the P's sh*t out man (Yeah check the peacekeeping sh*t yano, check that)
Semtex
Check Dirty Skanx sh*t out man
You get me? Check that sh*t
Check the Klass-A sh*t out
Yeah, check that sh*t
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
This sh*t for road man, this sh*t for road
Midlands ting you know
It's a grime, it's a grime
Yo

Yo, yo
Why do you do this?
Yo Semtex, why do you do this?
Yo why on a saturday night when there's n*ggas behind, you provide this music-
Why do you do this?
Yo Semtex, why do you do this?
Yo why on a saturday night when there's n*ggas behind, you provide this music-
Why do you do this?
Yo Semtex, why do you do this?
Yo why on a saturday night when there's n*ggas behind, you provide this music
Yo Semtex, why do you do this?
Yo rudeboy, why do you do this?
Yo why on a saturday night when there's n*ggas behind, you provide this music

Yo, I'm a rap n*gga
And I rap what is true
And I just do what rap n*ggas do (Brap, brap)
Get lean, f*ck clothes, make tunes with my crew (You dun know, free up)
Spend about two straight days in the stud'
I lay some dangerous sh*t in the booth
'Cause I feel like we're going straight through the roof (Yeah)
TV, magazines, radio too
Hear this new sh*t, shady mood
Hear this remix plating your room
When I came out my mum I never came with a spoon
That's why, that's why I'm coming with the stop
That is rob [?] not for the thugs
Like Eminem, yeah I f*ck with the drop (So what?)
f*ck with the sl*ts, said f*ck to the judge (Yeah, dun know)
Guess what? Yo now, we're causing a buzz
Through the record store, yo there's a rush
Old little fans that adore us [?] a crush
And that's why I'm no longer caught on the bus
'Cause Klass-A's coming and f*cking it up
So f*ck that champagne knocking my cup

Yo, yo
Why do you do this?
Yo Semtex, why do you do this?
Yo why on a saturday night when there's n*ggas behind, you provide this music
Yo Semtex, why do you do this?
Yo rudeboy, why do you do this?
Yo why on a saturday night when there's n*ggas behind, you provide this music

Yo
I don't know why I do this
But truth is, [?] ruthless [?]
Is too wrapped up in this thugged sh*t
That's why I clap up a b*tch in public
f*ck it, it's the sh*t now say you like it
Reading your mind just like a psychic
So why if you lying that I write you like it
So why everytime that I rhyme you fight it
And that's why I'm the kind of guy that
That, will fly this sh*t like I'm a pilot
And I ain't need [?] to decide it
Two buildings and I make the final
Make everybody in the pen just riot
This is Klass-A sh*t so try it
if you don't buy it
Why do I do it? 'Cause I was hired

Yo, why do you do this?
Yo rudeboy, why do you do this?
Yo why do you ride mics, get n*ggas hyped up to ride wit lugers
Yo bruski, why do you do this?
Yo [?], why do you do this?
Yo DP, why do you do this?
Why do you do this? Why do you do this?

Yo, yo
I do this but people keep tellin' me
To get back on a juggling salary
I'm on some heavyweight sh*t, big calorie
Everything I spit from the late is reality
I ain't seen these n*ggas since saturday
I'm on the bedline, sh*t is a comedy
Shopping at [?], everything economy
Why do I do this music? Probably
This sh*t's embedded in my brain
When I hear the beat, it be calling my name
Check DP, ain't falling for fame
You better move over, you stalling my lane
Everybody knows who shot that chain
But now I'm in the game, gotta get that change
Get a little quid, so I'm out in the rain
Inject your flow right into my vein
Wheel up the tune and play it again
Gotta understand, gotta rap for the grain
Before you get good, you gotta go through the pain

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