Commandments - Ghetts

Hear me out

It’s Freedom of Speech

Say what the fuck I like man

Uh-huh

I’ve took part in uncountable crimes

Not to look hard, I was out on my grind

But I got a good heart, how can I lie?

Look past my appearance, the hoodie and the low bats

The screw face and the woolie when it’s cold

And Lewi, it’s cold

Oh I’m so in tune with the seasons

And by now you fully well know

Oh I’m so improved it’s appealing

Niggas wanna know what tune I’m releasing next

Tune in The Movement is speaking

And there’s no Rules or Regulations

Just tools to penetrate them

And I’ll celebrate when, I’ve got the game locked

You’ll get a straight ten, you got a waste job

You can’t see that then you’d better change lens

Crack shotters weigh rocks, coppers raid blocks

Robbers they rob, 'cos that’s what they do

I gotta stay strong, It’s a man-made zoo

Where we are the animals, niggas are hungry

And what you’ve got can’t feed half a cannibal

These niggas’ll kidnap your bitch

And make your sweetheart mechanical, tied up like a puppet on a string

We are that radical, ski masks when the hammer’s pulled

And you know the manor talk, they don’t care when the man’s a corpse

In fact some stand and applaud, don’t stand in my way

You won’t be able to stand in a war, paralysed when I grab a guy

Standard assault, can’t stand him a bit

Can’t stand him at all, stand with a clique

I’ll stand with a tool

A lone soldier

And if you niggas wanna boast about a 20 to 1 brawl

Be my guest, my pride’s gonna be my death, I’m an East side rep

I’ll beat my tech 'til I see a guy’s flesh

Still niggas don’t realise yet, what we a digest

Might be your wife’s breast, if she a like Ghetts

Might do a feature for a EMI cheque

Do moves if you have to, fuck it

Shoot if you have to, fuck it

Put him in the boot if you have to

For the food and the cash too, fuck it

Do moves if you have to, fuck it

Shoot if you have to, fuck it

Put him in the boot if you have to

For the food and the cash too

Wish I could live by commandments

Where I’m from man run up in apartments

We stuck, we blow, we on fire with no arson

Glocks for hire, it’s no bargain

Yeah they got bodies on 'em

And niggas have got dough but they ain’t got wallets on 'em

Fresh crep everyday, no polish on them

I remember being a young offender

Not a care in the world, never had a record

So I weren’t scared of the cell

So I’m going on run — some surrender

But nobody ain’t sharing the world

So I’m going on Hun (t) and then become and emperor

I know niggas ain’t hearing I’ve failed

Look I’m right there on the shelf so my parents are pleased

But still I could make an appearance in Felt

So I ain’t gonna lie, I’m here with the heat

So I ain’t gonna die from some fear of some beef

I’d rather squeeze, take off half your cheek

Then take off in your car with the P’s, stay calm when I pass police

Rule 1: When the force come, if you man are like Reggie

You’ll have a alibi ready

Rule 2: In the courtroom look innocent, a screwface ain’t helping a bit

Please don’t look militant

Rule 3 is all me: Just lie through your teeth and say you’re a good citizen

Rule 4: If you break laws, have a lawyer on standby, you don’t want Legal Aid

Them solicitors are deceitful

Rule 5: Don’t expect to bust case in a fortnight

Rule 6: Keep a strap and a full clip, be ready for bullshit, bury them all quick

There ain’t no telling me fourth

Rule 7: When you pull weapons, never pull second

Rule 8: Stay on the grind so you’re never short changed

Rule 9: Never talk hot on the line it’s all swine

Rule 10: Never pull skeng in front of false friends

'Cos that will be where it all ends…