Over & Over - P Money, Little Dee, Blacks

Send him home, send him home

Tell their elders to send him home

Moving like you wanna send him jail

He’s in school, you wanna send him road

(Yo Littles, don’t get involved)

Yo pussy, don’t say my name

Bought a ting when I made a change

It’s a hot day and I’ll make it rain

If your fire works and my fire works

Let’s have a party on Guy Fawkes'

I don’t know what them guys thought

But big doggy don’t cry wolf

I’m from a place where they wouldn’t go

Furthermore, they couldn’t go

Oi, Ruger’s home any minute now

That pure heart there’s good as gold

Another night, these roads are cold

These kids ain’t got no home

Mama lost their son to the roads

Selling rocks like rolling stone

If it ain’t a knife, they’ve got that chrome

If it ain’t weed, they’ve got that snow

All for the money, that’s all they know

Round and round shit goes

It goes over and over (over and over and)

Over and over

It goes over and over (over and over and)

Over and over

They send a man that way

Your forehead that way

You’ll break against that plate

They don’t give a shit what your badge say

I’ll make it burn on Saturday

My mandem on form on match day

That’s why you on that day

when the MAC spray

I’ll turn a man in cause

I don’t have luck but my ring does

Your mandem all shook,

You’re holding two jook from tint, cuz

Fuck all the jakes tryna nick us

Man steady mobbing in the streets, man’ll stick cuz

I’ll hit your girl broad like business

We came, prepare for war like Hitler

Another night, these roads are cold

These kids ain’t got no home

Mama lost their son to the roads

Selling rocks like rolling stone

If it ain’t a knife, they’ve got that chrome

If it ain’t weed, they’ve got that snow

All for the money, that’s all they know

Round and round shit goes

It goes over and over (over and over and)

Over and over

It goes over and over (over and over and)

Over and over

Tell 'em your ends ain’t safe anymore

That their kids are grown, ain’t safe anymore

Some have got knives and straps

Some roll in a gang with pagans

Some of them have got into much, much more

But man’s busy, I’m F-ing up tours

Rockstar life, smash bottles on the floor

You wouldn’t believe if I say what I saw

You could never live the life I’ve lived

Man grew up with dangerous kids

Man grew up in dangerous bits

And all we’re tryna do is all be rich

All we’re tryna do is look after the kids

I might buy me a bulletproof puffa

I might move to a house in the hills, cuz

Another night, these roads are cold

These kids ain’t got no home

Mama lost their son to the roads

Selling rocks like rolling stone

If it ain’t a knife, they’ve got that chrome

If it ain’t weed, they’ve got that snow

All for the money, that’s all they know

Round and round shit goes

It goes over and over (over and over and)

Over and over

It goes over and over (over and over and)

Over and over

Round here, nobody don’t talk to feds

Cautious steps whenever they walk the ends

They talk on TV but never talk with sense

From young, we developed a naughty sense

Some caught the hammer, some caught the wrench

Some are upfront, some warm the bench

Miscommunication, now we’ve got man killing man

Over something he thought he said

I remember when I buss with 40 pence

I would duck and hope that my foot never caught the fence

Walk to them easy, now it all depends

On whether you’re real or whether you rule the ends

Surrounded by Petes, might be chalk instead

Feds got the kids scared to walk the ends

They’ve got Doug and they want us to talk to them?

Fuck all that

Another night, these roads are cold

These kids ain’t got no home

Mama lost their son to the roads

Selling rocks like rolling stone

If it ain’t a knife, they’ve got that chrome

If it ain’t weed, they’ve got that snow

All for the money, that’s all they know

Round and round shit goes

It goes over and over (over and over and)

Over and over

It goes over and over (over and over and)

Over and over