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"2 + 2 x 2 (feat. KJ, Frisco, JME, Shorty & Jammer)" is a track by Skepta, from the album Blacklisted, released 2nd December 2012. The track is 6:20 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Skepta.
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2 + 2 x 2Skepta Me and my mandem are making paper we don't care about you Wanna kill him better kill me too It's so easy like two plus two My circle's tight like a virgin All I ask is keep it G with me If you've got a problem speak to me Never link none of my exes secretly If it's beef with you, then it's beef with me So if I die by the gun And you don't wanna ride out - don't tweet rest in peace for me I treat all the mandem equally Beef, they know that I'm backing Cause I ain't really into talking, bitch, I love the action Yeah, he's not about that life, man catch him in traffic I'll manually drag him out of his automatic Two man sitting on a wall Two man playing two touch with a ball One man with a lighter trying to light a spliff, while the other man's taking a pull That's my mandem Think you're a badboy? Try jack them I don't give a shit blud, I'll slap them Thought you was a big man? Fight back then Them man are pussy'oles, got no balls You can see that I get money even when I don't rob no jewels Man chatting shit on my timeline, that I don't like So I report spam and I block those fools I don't care about badman, fuck them killers You've got a name on the road but you ain't got nice figures? Us man are some catwalk niggas I was born in this cold, cold world Light up the cheese, inhale, exhale Even when you're broke, you've got more money than sense Don't roll with no funny-man friends Us man tryin'a get rich, since 05, I gave up tryin'a get hench Man's got nothing to hide, don't keep shit bottled up inside Instead of fighting each other, we fight the pride If there's a problem nobody has to ask if a next man's down The same guys on the mic will cause mayhem in a next man's town If one of us gets caught and ends up in court and they try send man down This ain't X-Factor but man's definitely going to the judges house So many Snakes, so many fakes, you better mind out who you roll with I love my people, yeah they know this You can't trust nobody in Showbiz Girls do anything to get noticed, man talking shit to my closest Now the circles tight cos we closed it, I don't wanna see a new face when I roll in We're the best, the man have been cloning Who's doing it like this unsigned? See your real friends there when it's crunch time, I bet I'm punching yours if you punch mine I bet I'm making more than you dumb guys, Some man are not sure with the punchlines If you're talking war then it's gun crime, light up your face like sunshine
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