 Chorus
Where you from?
I’m from a place were the streets are filled with snakes that smile in your face as they plot to do wrong
where you from? 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
cos where I’m from? They don’t give a **** if you got talent
only got love for your bank balance
like give me the wong
that’s where I’m from? Don’t ever get it twisted
yeah I’m really, really from the ends now what the **** you want?
Verse 1
I’m walking down the street past the copper’s on the beat
past the shotter’s blotting weed clear for everyone to see
but no one gives a dee
coz this is everyday life
**** the police it’s a ghetto state of mind
but where I’m living I cant see no ghetto
this aint America, it’s England, where we live aint nothing special
you can take anywhere and call it a ghetto, same way you make cyanide same way you make amaretto
hip hop’s in the street now were all bussing echo
50 cents on MTV now its cool to carry metal
objects now the object is to kill
how can you value life when your so close to death
stainless steel
how’s it make you feel
blud, holding that buckey
knowledge is power guns just make you feel lucky
its fuckry
the way these yout man like to go on
bussing shots in the crowd when there’s a show on, they’re just putting a show on
real gangsters stay underground like Non Fiction, they don’t fire blanks at yanks like when Nas played at Brixton
thrill seeking dickheads just doing it for kicks and
hear a next man speak their name from his lips and
give a guy props for licking shots from a gun like if they fired one at him the ******* prick wouldn’t run
its like they’re praising these yout’s for acting so dumb and its no excuse, most of us are fatherless sons.
Chorus
Verse 2
Yo where you from?
are you really from the ends
well that depends on what the **** you mean by ends
if you south of the Thames, then na!, I aint from them ends
I’m from these ends they call it the east end my friend
and round here you gotta watch your back coz everyone’s bent
bare man who think there ruff just coz there shotting the peng
hating on plan b coz they know me as Ben
yout’s as young as 10 walking round thinking there men
they’re under the influence and I aint even talking bout drugs
I’m talking bout why the **** they’re walking like thugs
they’re in love with the idea of being a gangster
romantic idolisms producing hot jism like a wanker
what ever happened to good old fashioned street fighting like Blanca
Queensbury rules mate that’s how I vent anger
vent my anger
knock out your teeth
if you bring me beef
leave you looking like a chief.
Chorus
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