CPB — текст песни

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 3: 15 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 © 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 shottin' 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 payslip, 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 cause 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 © 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

My names Ghetto but life ain’t fabulous

Everyday I’m around clamorous characters

Some think the gun ting’s so glamorous

But in a shootout what you gonna do now?

Leave him with a hole the size of two pound

You won’t bust save yourself the embarrassment

Believe me I know all about arrogance

Even when you know it’s precarious

It’s a dangerous cycle

Can’t tell a mate from a rival © 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)

Yeah…

You have to take time out and think what you’re doing man

Always think first

I’ve made mistakes… that you can learn from… true stories

© stands for cash

(P) stands for Plaistow

(B) stands for MY borough, ya dun know

CPB!

It’s a dangerous cycle

Can’t tell a mate from a rival © 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)

You know you got slow people yeah?

And they STILL won’t know what CPB means

Gotta break it down like this…

The Cycle ain’t a Pedal Bike