Crime, corruption, courage
Power, pussy, paper
Beef, bullets and barristers
It's all a dangerous cycle
Cpb blah blah blah blow
Crime, corruption and courage
Three reasons that I rated the olders
Now I got weight on my shoulders like luggage
In school I never studied
At three fifteen home I never hurried, now mums worried
Is she ever gonna see her son flourish?
A lot of my friends have been duppied
Knife to the stomach, the lord soon cometh
I don't wanna burn in hell
Or do a bird in jail, I felt a warmer shell
And sometimes when I curse my girl
I wanna resort to violence
In the long run I'll be hurt as well
I don't wanna work but I got work for sale
Some niggas have got keys like they work for Yale
Police hate when the worst prevail
It's old evidence, stop tryna preserve what's stale
It's a dangerous cycle
Can't tell a mate from a rival (c)
Blades and rifles
Are more than an aid to survival (p)
It's a dangerous cycle
Can't tell a mate from a rival (b)
Blades and rifles
Are more than an aid to survival (cpb)
Power, pussy and paper
The dreams of a teen, things ain't what they seem
Blades and machines still stick place in between
Your waist and your jeans
Manna do a mad ting for the taste of the cream
Some take to the green
And start shotting h to the fiends
I stay fresh to death, down to my laces are clean
I'm in love with the face of the queen
I'm paper possessed
I'm bound to be paid for my scheme
I'm so far from aimless
Money makes my brain tick
Ain't nothing like pussy and a pay slip, face it
I'm never gonna tell you how, my trades sacred
But when I'm low you'll never know where I'm allocated
Still I expect respect cos man know I ain't naked
Because I guess I'd be a victim of hatred
It's a dangerous cycle
Can't tell a mate from a rival (c)
Blades and rifles
Are more than an aid to survival (p)
It's a dangerous cycle
Can't tell a mate from a rival (b)
Blades and rifles
Are more than an aid to survival (cpb)
Beef, bullets and barristers
Nowadays the streets are filled with cameras
Still it's so hazardous
Some get brung back to life like Nazareth
Yeah it's miraculous
I tell amateurs stay to the side like bannisters
When I say I've got metal they think I mean canisters
Wars I've had you couldn't count on an abacus
I'm so calamitous