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Dizzee Rascal
Dizzee Rascal


Background information
Birth name Dylan Kwabena Mills
Born October 1, 1985
Origin Bow, London, England, UK
Genre(s) Electronic
Dance
House
Hip-hop
Grime
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) Definitive Jux
Matador Records
XL Recordings
Associated acts Alex Turner
Florence and the Machine
UGK
Calvin Harris
Dance wiv Me
Guthrie Govan
Basement Jaxx
Roll Deep
Armand Van Helden
James Corden
Website Website



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Dizzee Rascal Album


Maths + English (06/04/2007)
06/04/2007
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Where's Da G's (feat. UGK)
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Temptation (feat. Alex Turner of Arctic Monkeys)
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Wanna Be (feat. Lily Allen)
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[Verse 1:]
I got shit I wanna share with you
Couple things explaining reasons why I can't be there with you
Back in the day we parred and thought we'd never split paths
Didn't see no definite ending to the madness and the laughs
Never thought I would pack in the jackin' for something more solid
I ain't changed, I just found a better way to steer my knowledge
Running around hype and criminal antics fed me for a while
But studio gave me a lot more creative style
And took me to another world beyond the estate
Some kind of haven from the beef and some of the stress, mate
I wouldn't call it no escape, the roads are in my heart
Making it that more difficult for me to climb the chart (for real)
But it's the sacrifice I made, it's all good, star
Same reason I ain't always in the hood star
I do my thing, you know I'm grafting like I always was
It just ain't quite like it was, simply cause

[Hook:]
There's world outside of the manor and I want you to see it
I can see it [x3]
Can you see it?
There's world outside of the ends and I want you to see it
I can see it [x3]
Can you see it?
There's world outside of the hood and I want you to see it
I can see it [x3]
Can you see it?
There's world outside of the ghetto and I want you to see it
I can see it [x3]
Can you see it?

[Verse 2:]
Money, cars, guns and women most males desire
I gonna stay red-blooded til I expire
Not caught up in the hype, I'm caught up in the scheme of things
Seen a couple of figures but I still dream of things
Like the kind of shit money can't connect me with
Unconditional love I won't regret to give
I'm young, black, rich and ruthless, I swear, star
Still if you need a helping hand you know I'm there, star
I'm from the street, you're from the street, we all done dirt
Now it's time to flip the script, fuck the suffering and the hurt
Cause I've seen the bigger picture, it's all good
There really is a world outside of the hood

[HOOK]

[coughing]

I know there's more than this, man
There has to be more than this, man
Nah, there's gotta be more than this, man
Standardly there's gotta be somewhere other than this, man

. . .


Rude boy don't watch that
Cause if its arms out I'll run that
And if its on top you know I got that
Come through with a big baseball bat

Like Blud don't make me get old school
Blud don't make me get old school
Blud don't make me get old school
Blud don't make me get old school

[Chorus:]
Stop rolling with that Breda you don't need it
He's a pussyhole his a chief leave it
Stop rolling with that Breda you don't need it
He ain't got your back if its beef leave it

Why you rolling with that pussyhole
Moving with that pussyhole
You know that his a pussyhole
I showed you his a pussyhole
His always been a pussyhole
So he will always be a pussyhole
You're still with that pussyhole
You must be a pussyhole

[Verse 1:]
As the Breda always chatting like his strong
Sneaky fake, [?] his running to his brother when it's on
Hardly backs the beef, last one swinging
First one running making them stories his a chief
Bring bredas to his ends, acting up
Putting on a show trying to talk funny to his friends
But his really not a [?] they know it
And you know it, something must be seriously wrong
Cause your [?] his mum calls you darling
But his brothers got you shotting
And we know where you're stopping
I heard you both have beef with an older Brere
You took a spark and he just stood there
Now that boys a pussyhole say it ain't true
It started because of him and ended with you
And its that kind of shit that's gonna continue
But it guess it don't matter it that's what your into

[Chorus:]
Stop rolling with that Breda you don't need it
He's a pussyhole his a chief leave it
Stop rolling with that Breda you don't need it
He ain't got your back if its beef leave it

Why you rolling with that pussyhole
Moving with that pussy hole
You know that his a pussyhole
I showed you his a pussyhole
His always been a pussyhole
So he will always be a pussyhole
You're still with that pussyhole
You must be a pussyhole

[Verse 2:]
The Suns the biggest star in the sky
But naturally its gotta make room for the moon every night
Every friend got his time limit
Even relationship
Everything's sunny when the friendships tight
A friend in need is a friend indeed
But a friend with no money and no weed
Could flip the script to end ridiculously
And make a best friend and ex friend for the {?}
A couple years ago in my roll yut days
I was into pirate radio I guess it was a phase
There was this one particular MC man
He was an older in my ends and I thought he was the dan
So I started rolling with him like a little brother
My cousin used to say he was a pussy undercover
I didn't think it was nothing more than jealousy
But I wish I woulda listened everytime he told me

[Chorus:]
Stop rolling with that Breda you don't need it
He's a pussyhole his a chief leave it
Stop rolling with that Breda you don't need it
He ain't got your back if its beef leave it

Why you rolling with that pussyhole
Moving with that pussy hole
You know that his a pussyhole
I showed you his a pussyhole
His always been a pussyhole
So he will always be a pussyhole
You're still with that pussyhole
You must be a pussyhole

[Hook: Change Of Beat]

Pussyhole [x4]

[Verse 3:]
Stay away from those pussyholes you can have it all
Live endlessly tremendous forever ball
Stand up for something or forever fell a fool
But definitely know when not to lose your cool
Cause it ain't what you show its what your conceding
Put a smile on the deepest negative feeling
Stand tall even when their hating and their scheming
Yea watch your money rise right to the ceiling
Stand tall even when their hating and their scheming
Yea watch your money rise right to the ceiling

[Chorus:]
Stop rolling with that Breda you don't need it
He's a pussyhole his a chief leave it
Stop rolling with that Breda you don't need it
He ain't got your back if its beef leave it

Why you rolling with that pussyhole
Moving with that pussy hole
You know that his a pussyhole
I showed you his a pussyhole
His always been a pussyhole
So he will always be a pussyhole
You're still with that pussyhole
You must be a pussyhole

. . .


[Chorus:]
Blud, when you hear the sirens coming
I can hear the sirens coming
Better run when you hear the sirens coming
I can hear the sirens coming

[Verse 1:]
1 to da 2 to da 3 to da 4
Line my street, knocking at my door
12 black boots on my bedroom floor
What they want with rascal I'm not sure
Took me to the station 8:30
For a fight that I had recently
Say they got me on CCTV
And the black boys told on me
Can't understand why these boys keep snitching
Can't understand why these boys keep bitching
Now I'm hot tempered feel like switching
Can't stand still trigger finger itching
Gotta stay calm, gotta keep my cool
If I go down I'll be a dam fool
Gotta rise up, gotta stand up tall
Can't let em see the end of Dizzee Rascal

[CHORUS x2]

[Verse 2:]
Yo, let's take it back to that old school story telling shit
Get me!
One day I was with my bredwin 'A dot' roaming the streets
On the main road hungry looking for something to eat
Not no burger and no chips that's easily digested
That shit that if your caught, u'll be easing arrested
We was on the robin street I forgot to mention Kate
There was this Breda rolling with us he was scared it was blait,
And he was high
But, back to the story 'A dot' spotted the man
Straight ahead of us in the distance with his wifey holding hands
So we followed him through this little alleyway into the flats and we thought the time was perfect so we crept up and we attacked
I took the first swing unexpected causing panic
We was ruthless causing agony in public it was tragic
Me and 'A dot' lost the plot, acting like we were from hell
Beat this Breda to the floor beat his wifey up as well
Clayton stood back shaking, wishing that he never came
When from out of nowhere there was Alisha screaming my name
She went my school
She saw it all

To make it worse I'm hearing sirens, I ain't even trying handle

[CHORUS x2]

[Bridge:]
I can hear the sirens coming [x2]

I break the law; I will never change [x3]
Step into my soul get your whole face rearranged

[Verse 3:]
See me on the tele but I ain't no actor
Running through the streets brave face it's a jack one
Real day light no shame like a lunatic
Rain, hell, sleet or snow I ain't new to it
Show me what you got betta give it up quickly
Lay them on their back if they try and fight swiftly
Better mind out when they come through the manner man
Keep em on their toes like hammer man
It's no joke man woman and child I'm seeking
See no skets no age im creeping
Anything through the door cold on the wheelers
Duck from the feds and I roll with the Dealers
Smile with your heart and stand on a sentance,
My last day wasn't like Eastenders
Step into my soul get your whole face rearranged
I break the law I will never change

. . .


Dirty Stank,
Liar Liar Pants On Fire
Your Not Gangster Your Not Street
You Just Make Yourself Sound Gangster
When Your Rapping On The Beat
You Aint Got Yourself In No Live
Threatening Situations Yet
Your No Dealer
Your Not Balling
You Just Get Yourself In Det
Your A Fan And Hip Hop Wanking
When You Hear Them Rappers Talk
Love To Sit And Listen
But We Know That You Dont Walk The Walk
Whats With All The Fake Aggression
I Can See That Its Not True
I Know Killers, I Know Gangsters
And They've Never Heard Of You
You Aint Robbed Nobody,Shanked Nobody,You Aint Bust No One
You Ain't Seen No Ghetto Action, Who Do You Think Your Fooling Son
You Should Pull Your Trousers Up
You Know It Ain't Your Type Of Look
Your No Player Your No Pimp
I Think You Should Read A Book And Settle, Find Yourself A Pretty Girl And Settle

. . .


[Hook:]
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
They wanna rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up

[Verse 1:]
Sometimes when I'm on my own
And there ain't no one around I feel all alone
Laying in my bed I'm a nervous wreck
And I wind myself up until I'm vexed
Keep telling myself they're out to get me
And I ain't sure who, so I make it up
Come to my own conclusions I'm crazy
Start thinking up all kinds of stuff
Like, fuck my girl, I know she cheating
That golddigger bitch just thieving
Act like I don't care but I'm grieving
Start switching up for no reason
Told myself I ain't got no friends
Fuck my people, fuck my ends
No rational thought, I'm low
I'm paranoid, all I know is they wanna

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
And then I think about beef
Over the years I've had so much grief
Whole lot of drama in and out of East
Won't let anyone take me for a chief
And mans say they got my back
But it's really all just chat
Cause when it all gets on top
They leave me alone to scrap
And I went to the ends, heard whispers
Old friends chatting bout kidnapping
Now they hurt my pride and ego
I don't care about rap, Im strapping
But the olders told me ignore it
Cause I really ain't got time for it
And the ghetto, I already saw it
I'm in the world now, I gotta explore it
I can't let 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
No guts, no glory, no get, no gain
No love, no pain, I'm going insane
It's all too much for the brain
I'm so paranoid, I feel strange
And it's so long-range
Been too long, I gotta make some change
Fuck the world, I'd rather take some blame
Or I could just buy a platinum chain
Diamond rings and and other shiny things
Maybe the bling'll help me maintain
Or at least that it help to explain
What's my path, am I in the right lane?
Why I feel so left out in the rain?
Why's it hard, it should be simple and plain
All I see when I'm in this game

Everybody wanna
[Hook]

. . .


[Hook:]
My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suck my dick
Just suck my

[Verse 1:]
When I was a kid I had a chip up on my shoulder
It ain't getting better even though I'm getting older
People get offended by the way I talk so freely
Pushing up their face and acting funny when they see me
But I'm raggo, damn it, so I say fuck it
If you don't like the way I do my thing, then you can suck it
I really don't give a shit, I really don't care for your approval
I'm a fucking G, I'll carry on doing my shit as usual
Cause

[Hook]

You know I mean, man?
I'm just trying to be me, man
I'm just trying to be free, man
Whagwan man, let me be, man
What's the problem?
Ya get me?
I don't apologize for nothing

[Verse 2:]
I try to act right, I try to be polite
But I can't take no shite, you best believe I might
Just punch you in your moosh, I war like Georgy Bush
No need to keep it stush, it's best if you just shush
And stay out of my way cause I don't wanna play
Sorry, what did you say? Alright whatever, mate
I don't give a shit who likes it, I don't give a shit who don't
Don't tell me to change my fucking attitude because I won't

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Bingo, I got the lingo
Come through your window
Starr like Ringo
Beef, chat bout?
I'm involved
Keep near danger like Penfold
Dylan, Lincoln estate, man
Yeah I'm straight, man
Everything's great, man
Talk low it, can't shake, man
Why bother, wait, man
Come and take man, waisman
Come and get me
Killers respect me
You can't sweat me
I'm the One like Jet Li
So come check me
Who wanna wet me?
Fuck that! Suck someone
On a dumb one
I'll touch someone
Try and test Raskit, what a bumbum
Rudeboy, I don't care about no one

[Hook]

. . .


I Wanna See You Dip Dip Dip
And Let Me See You Rock Rock Rock
I Wanna [?]
And Never Ever Stop Stop Stop

I Wanna See You Dip Dip Dip
And Let Me See You Rock Rock Rock
I Wanna [?]
And Never Ever Stop Stop Stop

I Love It When You Flex Like That
Slow, Fast, Up, Down, Bring It Back
I Love It When You Move Like That
Slow, Fast, Up, Down, Bring It Back
I Love It When You Wind Like That
Slow, Fast, Up, Down, Bring It Back

I Love It When I See A Pretty Girl Grinding
I Can Never Watch A Butters Girl Grindin'
Control The Body With Great Timing.
[?]
Drop It Like Its Hot You Got My Tings Rising
So Frequent, Theres No Disguising
Whatdo Expect, That Aint Surprising
These Girls Get The Blood Pressure Raising
The Wiggling The Jiggling

. . .


You know it's that time, cuz
What time is it, man?
Summertime, man
Yo, I love this time of year, man
I love it
Ha-ha!
The girls are out, they're wearing a lot less
No time like summertime, blood
It's all nice, man
It's all lovely
Time to live it up, man
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1:]
Summer in the city such a very special time
If you put aside the traffic, air-pollution and the grime
You'll be pleased to be reminded that the girls are looking fine
And apart from money that's the only thing that's on my mind
Short skirts, belly-tops, fake tans
String-vests with the bra underneath for the mans
Getting hard off of half of a glimpse, I got plans
To be scooping up a couple of buff tings if I can
If I can't then I'm still live
I'll go and check my little yatty by the seaside
Cause I know she's live, plus she's a delight
She gives me hospitality, she treats me right
That's what I need, right?
And if not, I'm on a little mission to Los Angeles
To check my Beverly Hill honey to see if she can handle this
Pimping ain't no easy thing and some of these chicks are scandalous
But I'm a player and I say I gotta be the man for this
I love it!

You won't believe some of the shit I've seen, man
Trust me
Yo, I ain't even gonna go through it
But differently I wanna send out a shout out to all my people out there, yeah
Big shout to the man dem, the ladies
You know you gotta put in your grind if you wanna get what you really want out of life
Trust me, you only get one run

[Verse 2:]
I don't believe in fate
Life is what you make it, make it great
I'm trying to elevate, concentrate on getting my paper straight
Survive the great escape, from the ends I used to congregate
Until I could no longer wait, I had to find a purpose
Otherwise I would've been worthless, making fuss on the estate
Ignorant to what the earth is offering when I should take
Every chance and every opportunity to try and make
Every second and every breath of life something to celebrate
So I've been around the world now, rose to the occasion
Boast different folks, different strokes, black, white and Asian
All these ladies look incredible, still got me gazing
Riding jet-skis and powerboats, feel so amazing
Club-hopping in Ibiza, I've got Pacha on lock
Pull up right outside the entrance in a Hummer, people clock
Then they stop, stare and wonder who I am and who I'm not
I just take it in my stride, but I ain't never felt this hot

And I love it, love it

It's all good man, ya get me?
Yo, you know you gonna catch me out Ibiza again, yeah
I gotta go there again
Get the Hummer out
We're driving down the streets knocking down motorbikes, it's nothing
Turn up at the club
Girls everywhere
It's all vibes though, man
Yo, big shout to my man like Paddy, yeah
Hang tight Shy FX - you done know!
Big up Cajun
Yeah man, I gotta big up the man like Scope
Big shout to T-Power, yeah
Hang tight Alexis, yeah
Yo, Dirtee Skank's the label, man
Maths & English, live by it
London city stand up
It's a UK thing, what

. . .


One two, one two, one two, mike, check, check, check, yeah, one two, yeah, yeah, clear, clear, yeah.

I'm a young ragga brother from the LDN, in my Nike air bubbles and they cost one ten.
Got these beanies on ma lap, and they all want the length, I'm a ghetto superstar, come straight from the ends.
An I walk it like I talk it, brother ain't just hype, makin' moves for the money everyday an every night.
Best to believe I keep it tight, best to believe I'm movin' right, keep my business on the low, you best to believe I'm outta sight
I like money money money, girls girls, cash cash, I'll let the champagne splash.
Yo, I'm not a gang banger but I'm good with a mash, make you scratch your head an wonder is he really that flash
But it really doesn't matter cos you know I keep it movin, middle of the dancefloor, lean, I'm grooving.
Baby cocked her bumper out, you know I gotta wind it, when we leave the club I'm really gonna get behind it.

[Chorus: x2]
Nike air bubbles on my feet, lookin fresh, got my brand new garms on, dress to impress.
Got my phone line poppin, all these beanies gotta crush, keep something in my pocket case these fellas try an rush.

Brown eyes, five ten, dark skin, Mr Dizzee rascal, why you even askin.
Under cover lover, girls call me buff ting, but, used to keep a balaclava restin on my chin.
An it's the ends here, hustle hustle, bling bing, blow it in, about to hear the fat lady sing.
Don't matter what I'm sayin, it's the answer within, but, lifes a jungle, everybody wants to be the king.
But it's alright though, I got my eyes on the prize, money in my draw, bigger picture in my eyes.
Hands around my testicles, little finger risen, every step that I take is a step with precision.
I'm precise, precisely why my future's lookin nice, the penthouse is lovely, it's a shame about the price.
But you only live twice, that's on the real, no matter where I am I'll always be the real deal.

[Chorus]

Education starts with discipline, I'm listenin, but conversations kinda muffled since I got rich and tings.
Double turn, indirectly spoke, I never heard a thing, under ground or overground, whats the difference I'm the king.
Learnt devine right, its my heinsight. I see it all, cos I aint that fake to spread my wings an fly, you're a fool.
Talikn like you're mighty and you're high, but I know you're small, there's no logic in your gossip, just the writings on the wall.
Over ignorant, you aint got it, you just play far, far from the realist old dog, menace, you're a mark.
If you're deep, why you gotta roll fifty to the club, blood, who d'you think your foolin with that fake crew love.
The streets don't cater for no long term plan, these roads don't give a damn about any man.
I try an show these brothers, they refuse to understand, so I'll just keep doin what I'm doin while I can.

[Chorus]

East side crew, west side crew, north side crew, south side crew.
East side crew, west side crew, north side crew, saw side crew.

. . .


[Hook:]
Sometimes I think the whole world's gone crazy
The shit I see, it don't cease to amaze me
I get baffled everytime I try and suss it
And now I've had enough, so excuse me please, fuck it

[Verse 1:]
Can somebody tell me what this world's about
Can somebody tell me what this life's about
I just can't work it out
No sense, no logic, I can't get a grip of it
I do my best to understand it but I've never got it
I watch the people slug it out and struggle in the system
But the end result's the same whether a Muslim or a Christian
There's so much hate in the world we're fighting, what are we fighting for?
When the rich keep getting richer and the poor keep getting ignored
Lord

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
I took it there and now it's time to take it further
If a policeman kills somebody, is that policeman still a murderer?
He's got a worthy cause, I guess that gives him some immunity
Or is he just another lost soul in our community?
To take a life's a serious thing and only God can judge it
Would he look at it like it's for the safety of the public?
And if you don't wanna pay the price you really shouldn't thug it
I know I am playing with fire but fuck it, I love it
Cause

[Hook x2]

Fuck it, ya get me?
I don't give no...
Is it me?
It must just be me
You know, know what I mean?
There's no point even going through it, man
It is the fuck what it is, I guess
You know what I mean?
Fuck it!

[Verse 3:]
Who's in charge of the stupid place?
I wanna punch his stupid face
Yeah, it ain't right but it's a shame
Gotta be someone I can blame
Someones gotta have answers, someone's written a masterplan
Cause I can't see no sign of God's involvement, this has gotta be man
So much madness in the world
So much evil and confusion
But there's so much good as well
So there's got to be some solution
So that means there must be hope
Maybe room for revolution
So that means there must be hope
Maybe room for revolution

[Hook x2]

Fuck it, ya get me?
Shout to my people out there
Wonderin what it is really all about
I guess we'll never know
Unless you really wanna know
Maths & English, stupid
Yeah!
Dirtee Stank, what!

. . .


[Hook:]
Hard back, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's calling
Take my advice, you'll be balling
You need a hard back, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's calling
Take my advice, you'll be balling

[Verse 1:]
First up it's important that you keep your shit original
Try and keep that copycat shit to a minimal
People want something that they never heard before
If it's been done, leave it, they don't wanna hear no more
Secondly here's another clever thing that you can do
Find yourself a good manager who's really got a clue
Cause there're so many to choose from, they all look the part
But it's difficult to come across the ones that's really smart
And can stand firm and steady when the label's talking shit
Well-respected, keeps it gangsta, but does everything legit
And dependable, you can trust to handle your biz
And can really make sure of what the situation is
Next up, find a record label that ain't full of pricks
One that lets you breathe artistically but makes you come with hits
Congratulations, now you got your a deal, you're set to go
Let me fill you in just a couple of things you need to know

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Next up, change your number, change your phone and change your chip
Cause there's gonna be a lot of people ringing talking shit
Whether bredrens wanting money, cause now suddenly you're rich
Or some dumb hating fassies trying to take you for a bitch
Yeah I know it's minor now and you can handle it, it's nothing
But eventually you're really gonna wanna do something
And that's counter-productive, beefin over bullshit
You can never stop them dumb-bredrens tryin to pull shit
Plus you're in the limelight well-paid verbalist
Which leads me on to my next subject - journalists
These are the people that can put your name about
So be careful what you're saying when you're talking out your mouth
Aand avoid being ignorant, tone down the thug shit
Come to interviews buzzin, tone down the drug shit
Keep your eye on the ball, mind on the drop
And before you know you had the whole world on your knob

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3:]
Here's something that I should've stressed early on
Don't go spending all your money till it's gone
Cause the tax man's gonna want his paper when it's due
And there's nobody above the tax man, especially you
And another thing, buy a house before you buy a car
Don't tell no one where you are, even better if you're far
Everybody knows you're a gangsta and that Porsche looks great
But do you really want it sitting on that council estate
Differently watch where you choose to socialize
Keep an eye out for trouble, watch for devils in disguise
And please don't be fooled by no pretty females
Play it safe, never let them know your full details
I ain't saying be para', I'm just saying be sure
You can never know if that bitch would brag you what she saw
And aside from makin money keep lovin what you do
I aint saying nothin what cause the rest is up to you

[Hook x2]

Yeah, you done know
Just a little guideline there for all my real man dem from the roads
trying to get into this music ting, yeah
Big shout out to my bredrin DJ Semtex
Hang tight Cage
Big-up the Newham Generals, yeah
We do it liveo
Hang tight UGK
It's a London thing
International, worldwide, you don't care, you done know
UK, Dirtee Stank is the label
What!
Run through this industry

. . .


[Verse 1:]
Gotta keep my head above water
Gotta stay head-strong, keep rolling on
No point getting caught in the hype is long
Like I don't know right from wrong
So I gotta be real
Nothing to prove, I'm still
Big in the hood, I feel
So in control, I'm chill
No one ain't knocking off Dill
So I stay top on the bill
I'm the main event, the headliner
Went from jungle DJ to rhymer
Never thought I would be the big timer
But I still par it like, yo, it's a minor
Cause I still rep my ends, still check my friends
Can I keep it up? I guess it all depends
If I can keep my mind right
Don't get tempted by the limelight
I think I'll be alright

[Hook:]
Temptation leads like your naughty mate
The one that used to get you in bother
The one you can never bring yourself to hate

[Verse 2:]
Can't avoid the temptation
But I know I gotta change my ways
And keep my nose clean, gotta fix up
Take a look at my life cause I ain't sixteen
And I ain't no boy, ain't no kid
The world ain't flat and the picture's big
Certain things that I gotta get rid
And a whole lot more that I gotta get with
So I gotta stay and roam on my own
Gotta move on, I can't stay at home
Cause I know what's there is all the same
Crack, cocaine and ghetto fame
Cold hard cash and a bit of a name
And I've see it all, so I need a change
Lost too many bredrens to the game
And you could say temptation's to blame

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
We used to be tight
Me and my naughty friends
Caused pure madness in the ends
I mean day and night
We robbed, we stole, we loved to fight
Smoking, drinking, joyriding
Drugs, thugs, not law-abiding
Reckless youngsters, no direction
No sign of correction
But then I switched it up, changed my ways
Got in the area like, "Oh my days"
But not my naughty friends, they're not fazed
Can't believe that this music pays
See no reason why we can't do
All the things that we've always done
Still in my heart I know that's just wrong
But it's hard to fight the temptation, son

[Hook]

. . .


feat. Lily Allen)

(Alright Mate)
[Lily:]
So You Wanna Be A Gangster
Tell Me Just One Thing
What You Know About Being A Hardman
You Mum Buys Your Bling

Your Pockets Getting Bigger
But You Couldn't Pull The Trigger
If You Need To
Cos You Havent Got It
So You Might As Well Quit

[Dizzee:]
Im Moving,
Couldnt Be Losing
Nothing But A Success
Think Im Proving, Nothing
To You Half Weight Wasters
Standing There Yap Yap Yapping On Cruising
Nobodys Dictates What Im Choosing
Where I Go What I Do With My Life Stupid
And I Hold Im Own Im (Rasting)
You Better Watch Your Tongue You Spastic
Allow It, Your Not Heartless
Nothing But Alot Of Hot Air Your Harmless
I Keep Getting My Paper Regardless
You Words Dont Phase Me Im Marvelous
Age 22 Zero Tolerance
And I Aint Got No Time For The Nonsense
You Wanna See Me Come To My Concerts
Or We Can Do It On Stage With An Audience

[Lily:]
So You Wanna Be A Gangster
Tell Me Just One Thing (Tell Me Just One Thing)
What You Know About Being A Hardman
You Mum Buys Your Bling (What!)

Your Pockets Getting Bigger
But You Couldn't Pull The Trigger
If You Need To (No)
Cos You Haven't Got It (No)
So You Might As Well Quit (Ha Ha Ha)

[Dizzee:]
Beef, Straps, Cuts, Glory
All These High Bredders In The Club Adore Me
I Wish When I Come Through They Ignore Me
I Really Cant Deal With Another War Story
Bredders In My Face With A Fist Full Of Paper
Trying To Make Out There A Big Money Maker
Talking All Loud (Something)
And I Got Time Rude Boi's See You Later
And I Cant Forget These Groupies Following
Front And Rear And Right There Hollering
Yeah I Know I Shouldn't Be Complaining
But These Jezzabelles Do My Brain In

[Lily:]
I Aint No Groupie, Who You Calling Jezzabelle?
Dont Chat To Me Like Im Just Any Girl.
(Allow, Security Somebody Move Her)
I Dont Wanna Talk To You Anyway Loser!
So You Wanna Be A Gangster
Tell Me Just One Thing (Tell Me Just One Thing)
What You Know About Being A Hardman
You Mum Buys Your Bling (What)

Your Pockets Getting Bigger
But You Couldn't Pull The Trigger
If You Need To (No)
Cos You Haven't Got It (No)
So You Might As Well Quit (Ha Ha Ha)

That Whip Dont Make You A Big Man (Na M8)
That Chain Dont Make You A Big Man (Na M8)
I Know You Think Your A Big Man (Wat M8)
But Really Your Just A Wasteman

That Whip Don't Make You A Big Man (Na M8)
That Chain Don't Make You A Big Man (Na M8)
I Know You Think Your A Big Man (Wat M8)
But Really Your Just A Wasteman (Ha Ha Ha)

[Dizzee:]
Let Me Rap It Up While I Still Got Time
Aint Nobody Telling Me About No Grime
Now I Know Where I Stand Whether Im Fine
Hand Over Fist Im Handling Mine
Everybody Chattin Bout Black On Black Crime
All I See Is The Blind Leading The Blind
Try To Leave All The Pettiness Behind
You Dont Wanna See Me Cross Dat Line
Leave Me Alone Or You'll Be Sorry
Beef Aint Nothing New To Me You Wally
Why Dont You Just Kick Back Be Jolly
Stay At Home With A Cuppa Tea Watch Corrie
Im Not Listening Anyway Man
Who Rattled Your Cage Anyway Man
Aint No Slacking With This Young Man
Do What I Gotta Do Everyday Fam

[Lily:]
So You Wanna Be A Gangster
Tell Me Just One Thing (Tell Me Just One Thing)
What You Know About Being A Hardman
You Mum Buys Your Bling (What!)

Your Pockets Getting Bigger
But You Couldn't Pull The Trigger
If You Need To (No)
Cos You Haven't Got It (No)
So You Might As Well Quit (Ha Ha Ha)

So You Wanna Be A Gangster
Tell Me Just One Thing (Tell Me Just One Thing)
What You Know About Being A Hardman
You Mum Buys Your Bling (What!)

Your Pockets Getting Bigger
But You Couldn't Pull The Trigger
If You Need To (No)
Cos You Haven't Got It (No)
So You Might As Well Quit
So You Might As Well Quit
So You Might As Well Quit
(Ha Ha Ha Ha)

. . .


[Hook:]
Cause I've been through madness
'Nuff madness
You can't tell me nothing
And I've done pure badness
'Nuff badness
You can't tell me nothing
And I've had a lot of drama
'Nuff drama
You can't tell me nothing
Just look in my eyes, it's all too clear
But it don't matter, cause I'm still here

[Verse 1:]
D-the-i-the-zz-the-e-the-e, straight from the LDN
I don't wanna hear no talk about streets and all that thug from way back when
Been a bad boy, I'll destroy your joy, gotta toy that'll put that shit to a end
That and I walk the walk cause I talk the talk, you got a problem, step to me then
Otherwise don't pretend, stop, breathe, count to ten
Keep on chatting or get the leng
I stand up tall, I don't bend
So if you got a crew, go get your men
We can meet up, say where and when
I'll be on time like Big Ben
Couldn't ever take me for a speng
And I ain't saying it again

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I like to move it, move it
You want beef prove it
You got a problem, don't excuse it
You got a 9mm, it's your prerogative, use it
You got a temper, lose it
If not just bounce to the music
That's a better choice anyway, choose it
Cause you know that you can't refuse it
Watch the beat, how I bruise it
Wild out and nod your head, stupid
I ain't cupid, no love lost
I get paid in the end whatever the cost
I'm the boss, still work with me
Don't stand looking pretty like Kate Moss
Put your hands up like you couldn't give a toss
Either way you know I'm gonna get my point across

[Hook]

Get me?
I'm still fucking here
I don't give a shit
I don't answer to none of you pussyholes
I live my fucking life, yeah
I live my fucking life
Fuck you

(Oi rudeboy, what's all the hyping for?)
These pussyholes don't want no war
They are just acting, I've seen it before
They are just acting, I've seen it before
(Rudeboy, what's all the hyping for?)
These pussyholes don't want no war
They are just acting, I've seen it before
They are just acting, I've seen it before

[Verse 3:]
Finally, fuck who's listening
The world don't owe me shit and the feeling's mutual
I just wanna be neutral but I ain't no prick
So no, I don't smile when I see you, grin when I greet you
If it weren't business I'd beat you
And I'd rather be a asshole than a pussyhole
You're a bitch and I see through
So fuck you and fuck your ego
Cause I really was a poor little negro
Don't need no chain or a throwback
I'm really from the streets and you know that
But I really would rather be touring
Cause most players on the roads ain't scoring
But now it's Maths & English, I'm focused
And it's Dirtee Stank, so take notice

[Hook]

You can't tell me nothing!
You can't tell me nothing!

. . .


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