[Chester P]nThroughout life I've lost friends to knife fightsnand crack pipes and had to dodge cats who don't act rightnpolice and their flashlights right before my very eyesnI grew fast in the company of crimenI learned to rhyme about the way I feelnI spent time in the clubs and tried not to stealnyou know the cold bloodnwe all affiliate hunger don't discriminatensome choose crime others walk a thin linenI make music, spine chilling musicnpoetry and samples sideline hustlernhardcore exhibition rogues and rustlersnthe industry's shaking in their socks, who can trust us?nthe public backs us, we stole the factornand still finance slacks us (you know what?)nsomeone needs to get yanked up pretty soonnpied off looking like Anne WiddecombenI leave you ugly, living on crumbsnGod have mercy on my sinsnI'm about to snatch some, don't know where to beginnI'm like Stressed Eric, head exploding grabbing meritsnay yo these figures look wrong like John Merricksncall the sheriff, Chester turned outlawnyou owe me suttin' I'll be bouncing through your front doornthis shit's real to menI hold my heart in my hand and then I feel the beatnwe need to eat or there'll be warnlike the claim mores and see mores.nyou need to watch your backsnn[Chorus]nWalking in the streets with our pants round our arsenliving everyday like it's gonna be the lastnwe reach the future drunk, so we forget the pastnthese clouds above our heads are looking ready to burst.nThere's due to be a storm tonightnwe got people on the streetside demanding their rights.nIt's Music From The Corner we're killing the hypenfake cats are killing hiphop we keep it alive.nn[Farma G]nWho holds the thought down? You all know,nthe kids with no cash flow,nTask force NMO, Me and my bronwe enhaled the sweet aroma of the money and sexnand slogged it out on the long road to successnnow we're some UK stars and you know who we arenI see the heads on the street and they say wha blownand I'm all up on the dole, straight fifty a weeknbarely enough for me and baby Aaron to eatnand I'm a hard worker with ambition in lifenand I'm proud of my achievements it makes me strivenand I've seen crime it always ends in lost timenit's a Catch 22 situation of minen'cos I barely survive and you can see whynmy mission is firing on, all pistonsnit's like my only chance and I wanna make the distancenthe industry's fucked, I just wanna make a livingnhear the radio crackle and stop transmittingnthugged out too much, it's all exhausted.nWe only know what's right the Force live lifenon the blade of a knife, a very sharp knifenyou can't slip here matter'fact to live herenand all I wanna know is what you got therenand where's my sharenI got morals, nah mean?nI do my job well, I've got heads in ???? to St. ?????nYou industry queens get ready for warn'cos we ain't checking for doors, we're blowing off brick wallsnyou hear the in the street freak, I ain't kicking off doorsnTask Force come to settle a score for much morenn(Repeat chorus)
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