I took a year out And I came back like 'What, fam?' Any MC squarin' up, I'll box man See when I'm on man, hand ting up close Give a man wings, youngers callin' me bossman (oi bossman) Ribs or legs what'd you want fam I want top guys I don't wear top man Still on job fam I ain't no gym freak, still pickin' up somethin' heavy when I spot man (bah!) You get me? You know like that? You're ringin' off at who? I got street cred brudda I can phone right back Asda price roll right back React quicker than No Life Shaq (brrr) In training you're a tram man, a Eurostar them manna got no live tracks (yeah?) And my date's big enough to sleep on you man ain't even had shows like that, cause it's Me Nobody matters Blacked out, big teeth, or it's a blade so leave the blood tucked, it's tattoo in tatters Canada Goose while I wrap up these rappers (or) Or trappers Chattin' about snitchin', nobody snitched blud you're in jail 'cause you went in the booth on a whole tune and blabbered You are takin' the piss, you're bladdered (drunk) You ain't a stackers Hopin' your ten-team bet comes in when I'm getting a few hundred K from an ackers (999 yeah this track's gettin' battered) I gave a young gunner gold for a booting Snapped out highlights givin' it to lackers (mad) I don't know any computer geeks for deep, they're serious hackers (mmm) I got a new one and I might call this 'Jack' Cah' manna touch mic they can't tell me jack (yeah) Jump in the riddim and the riddim get jack (che!) Your wifey wanted my number, when she ask for my name I said it was Jack (hahaha) Backstage lif' up her skirt like Jack (mmm) Now when you beat she's moaning "Jaack" Got you thinking "Who the hell's Jack?" (huh?) Look in her phone bet you gonna see 'Jack' (ah!) Text messages, bet you gonna see 'Jack' (ah!) Call register, bet you gonna see 'Jack' WhatsApp too, yeah, you gonna see 'Jack' (oi Jack) Now you're rounding up your brehdrins gassed up like "Nah, man's gonna kill Jack" (nah) Then you realise P Money is Jack (wut?) And walk past me like you can't see jack (shook) You think man's stupid Cause I dress like this and do grime music They hear my crowd and they think "Who's this? He must be good though, look how they lose it!" They can't holla me whenever they choose it Whenever they talk man block and mute it MC sign deals and think they're ballers Bruddah I will take your deal and boot it About "Why?" Man's not stupid You walked in fresh never owed nobody you signed a contract then left with debt (ah?) Ain't got a clue, to them man it's Rubik's And your A&R secretly knew this He don't care, and your manager spent your first ten percent then jumped on a cruise ship I woulda dashed that contact out like Bang! I never got the award ca' I'm still putting man ina hospital ward If I pull up in a Honda Accord (ah!) It's long clips teeth so big he'll have to floss with a sword (mad) I don't know why they wanted a war I ball out with hooligans I'm scrappin' at home and abroad You weren't there you was at home with your broad (mmm) Tell 'em when I'm chefin' this beef I ain't messin' Gordon Rams' couldn't handle the sauce (huh?) Big boy sets surrounded by 20 dead MC's feelin' like I'm trapped in a morgue Turn man into a corpse, burn man alive with the Fantastic Four What'd you expect when you man gas up a torch? (ah?) Sets on my own, mic in my left, blade in my right never EVER had my back to the door Luke Skywalks when I cut man with force You don't want me battlin' Batter 'im when I grab a snake and rattle it Firing so many shells from the top the ground looks like a gravel pit (woah) Wanna see what I got 'til I unravel it (sh!) Look how they stutter and babble it You ain't on backin' it (ah!) When it gets messy they don't tackle it (ah!) Take who chain? I bought? You ain't havin' it (nope!) Never caught that line but claim you're trap, innit? Fool, it's not that innit? (nah) You ain't got the belly you're chattin' it If I left the money you're grabbin' it Skateboard MC You been on the grind for years without stackin' it, every year attackin' it That's why I'm busy Summer after summer Man knows man busy They don't know Dylan but still every MC that I span knows what it's like to be Dizzee (mad)

Yo I'm chilling to my tunes, neighbours complaining again You lot knocking at my door's really fucking up my zen I take one look at my phone, I got texts from my friend Telling me about this rave, I'm like, "Cool, bro, where and when?" "Can I get in with balloons?" He said, "Don't know, it depends" Called me back, I'm finding out, man, gave me ten Packed my stuff, get in my car, blasting tunes from start to end Neighbours taking pics of me like I won't come and smash your lens (wagwan?) Point this middle finger at you like, "What the fuck can you do?" (what?) You can call the feds, I'll slam my door like FU2 (what?) I'm like, "What's the matter?", it's a banger of a tune (what?) Me, apologise? You crazy loon ain't thought this through (what?) Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) M-M-Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) But I'm tryna watch the corrie, well, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry Sorry, I'm not sorry Yo I'm having the time of my life What do you want me to say? Give me the mic, I run up on stage I give 'em my flow, they give my a wave Any time I pick up the pace Ramming the place its getting insane Selling balloons, supplying the rave Give me a five, I'll give you a taste Breaking laws, come on a rave Death in the water, give me the pain Cash, give me the card Give me the yard that come with the lane Give me your girl that give me a sloppy Give me your label that does your poppy This is work, this ain't a hobby So, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry So, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry Yo I'm chilling to my tunes, neighbours complaining again You lot knocking at my door's really fucking up my zen I take one look at my phone, I got texts from my friend Telling me about this rave, I'm like, "Cool, bro, where and when?" Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) Right, I'm tryna watch the corrie, well, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry Sorry, I'm not sorry Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) M-M-Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) But I'm tryna watch the corrie, well, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry So, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry

No fun baby No place to be Dancin' and drinkin' You and me And it drives me crazy Maybe I'm just An half grown boy This town for me Is a broken toy And it drives me crazy Here comes that thunderstorm again My temperature's risin' all in vain And it drives me crazy Goodbye Paris I'm leavin you Nothing they said About you is true They say that you're The city of joy They say that you're The real MC COY Don't wanna be Your lonely boy... and it Drives me crazy Drives me crazy

Top of the morning There's just something I wanted to address real quick You know, there's a lot of people that didn't, like Really appreciate the Unity Walk yesterday Don't like peace and all that, and I understand When I was out there, I didn't understand it either They couldn't talk peace with me They tried, and I was like, "Nigga, that's schoolyard" You can't find a homie in my generation that eve- That put in more work than me You may find one or two that put in as much as me But you ain't gon' find none that put in more than me And I'm here to tell you that shit was worthless, bro When they try to peace, I don't wanna peace Look where I'm at, this shit ain't cool, bro Crazy part of this, you go this way to me Two steps that way, you got 60s You go two steps this way, you got Bloods We wait for each when we walk to trial, bro We united in here, nigga might not hang with a nigga every day But we know we got each other's backs And I don't knock y'all out there that don't, that ain't with the peace But don't get on people that are Some people's just tired of this shit, bro One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one love One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one love One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one For God so loved the world he gave us a good Crip The late, great Neighborhood Nip Dippin' in this L.A. bullshit 'Bout as solid of youngsta as a nigga could get (Yup) Wasn't nothin' like these thug phonies Was always showin' love and big respect for all the Blood homies (What up) You understood the values in the youth Man, I swear to God, nephew, you was the truth Damn, how could this nigga do this? It's 'cause every neighborhood Jesus got a neighborhood Judas Who hate to see your team ridin' rich You see that envy and that pride, that's that green-eyed bitch Worse than a woman scorned (Damn) It had been better for that man if he had never been born But Mary, don't you mourn, Martha, don't you weep You see, your son still affected us deep Give us the faith to take that leap One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one love One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one love One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one All it take is one, one, one brave Blood and one brave Crip Standing up together like we did back on them slave ships Out on high sea waves, fighting other whips Steady hearing "Jesus saves" out of devils lips Shackled at the hips for the color of our skin Hundreds of us, yeah, we knew we was brothers then But here we go again, underneath the gun They got us thinkin' we all different when we (One) So I'm givin' thanks to the gangstas, givin' praise to the neighbors Damus and Pirus, y'all got the whole world amazed Special shout out to the Hoovers for showin us how it's done Ain't nothin' greater than when we unite as (One) Ain't got no ulterior motives and no other agendas Fakin' like you with us just like some puppet pretenders We ready to end this For every eye that still cries It's time to realize God will rise when we tie us One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one love One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one love One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one One Blood, one cuz, yeah One Blood, one cuz Now put them all together, you got one, one, one One Blood, one cuz Motherhood, brotherhood, ain't no other hood Just imagine if we all was one hood Now put them all together, you got one

When everyone You thought you knew Deserts your fight I'll go with you You're facing down A dark hall I'll grab my light And go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you Surrounded and Up against a wall I'll shred them all And go with you When choices end You must defend I'll grab my bat And go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you, yeah Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood You don't need to run Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood You don't need to run If there comes a day People posted up at the end of your driveway They're calling for your head and they're calling for your name I'll bomb down on them, I'm coming through Do they know I was grown with you? If they're here to smoke, know I'll go with you Just keep it outside, keep it outside, yeah Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood You don't need to run Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood You don't need to run You don't need to run You don't need to run You don't need to run You don't need to run If you find yourself In a lion's den I'll jump right in And pull my pin And go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you (you don't need to run) I'll go with you I'll go with you (you don't need to run) I'll go with you My blood, I'll go with you, yeah Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood You don't need to run Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood You don't need to run You don't need to run You don't need to run You don't need to run You don't need to run Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood

Dre, I see dead people Modern vampires of the city Hunting blood Blood Blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood (yo Dre) Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood (thought I was dead) Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood (West Coast) I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga, Dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead That's why they call him the doctor The 'Math gon' drop him And 50 ain't rocking with him no more It's okay! I get it popping Whole club rocking, like a six-four Impala Drink Cris', throw it up, call the shit hydraulics Then piss in the cup, call the shit Hpnotiq (brrrrat!) I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit chronic And you new niggas ain't shit but new niggas Bathing Ape-shoe niggas, I'm talking to you, niggas Bouncing in the '64, throwing up West side, man Sell another five million albums? Yes, I am Fresh like "Damn, this nigga did it again A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim" Inside the Lambo shotgun with Snoop What would the motherfuckin' West Coast be Without one crip and One blood One blood One blood One blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood One blood I'm from the Westside of the six-four Impala Where niggas say, "Where you from?" We don't never say "Harlem" Bandanna on the right side, gun on the left side Niggas in New York know how to throw up the Westside Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me I made room for Jeezy But the rest of you niggas better be glad you breathing All I need is one reason I'm the king, and Dre said it, "The West Coast need me" I don't know why you niggas keep trying me Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make shit for the club What DJ gon' turn down the thirty-eight snub? You 38 and you still rapping? Ughhh I'm 26, nigga, so is the dubs On the '07 Hummer, hop out, no bodyguards When the chronic smoke clear all you gon' see is One blood One blood One blood One blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood One blood I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay What's beef when you getting head in the six-trey? And the double Game chain, I keep 'em on display Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A You niggas better make up a dance and try to get radio play Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't going away I don't regret what I spit, 'cause I know what I say And niggas talking about me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle holding the Glock No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop Wait 'til Lil Jon come on and let off a shot I had the number one billboard spot Niggas stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top I'm B.I.G., I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm 'Pac This ain't shit but a warning 'til my album drop

One blood circle on the ocean Are we still at war anymore? We left our country We left our friends It feels dead cold on the floor On the floor We are hunted They tease our freaking Are we still human anymore? I lost my bible I lost my gun Am I myself anymore? Anymore I lost my son in the ocean His body lies on the shore I lost my son in the ocean His body lies on the shore On the shore On the shore On the shore