5 to 7 minutes to go,can you feel this,
Your life on the streets is done,forget the business.
You get what you're given,another day,another dead one.
Picture me out on the edge with that half a tonne.
Tryin' a move it on up,tryin' a move the fuck out.
You may be leaving the kids,you need no ghetto son with flower.
No doubt you at it hard just too sharp from the metre men went out(?)

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Yeah,we are all very worried about you x 2
And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up.
And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up,bag you up x2

You was a little outta line but you acted like you cared.
And from now on your life and his forever bed(?).
I'm out on the streets hearin' bullshit for weeks.
I think it's time for you and me to meet.
And if it's all minor scales and the cheque,it in the mail,
Why you feelin' like you felt when you blowin' past your cell?
Nice place to live now son,where you gonna run?
I understand where we comin' from,put down the gun.

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