Dizzee Rascal - The Other Side lyrics

[Verse 1] Tell the barber stop f**in' with my hairline Got mine fitted to the side when I wear mine Why these boys keep reachin' for my plate knowin' I dont wanna share mine? Why these boys keep lyin' when they swear blind? Why they talking like I never made bare grime? Talk tools like I never had a spare 9 Why they reachin' for my pockets like it's their grind? They better recline Don't don't need a co-sign from the mayor cos I got a pretty penny, I ain't beggin' in my spare time Why these b**hes wanna hit me with the bare whine? Tell me hit it bareback, these b**hes ain't even worth the airtime Why these singers always gotta use Melodyne? Why these rappers on their phone on the radio, they ain't got prepared lines? Why you gotta keep ga**in' up their dead rhymes? Why I gotta be a hater when I tell the truth? Why I gotta like your sh**ty fire in the booth? If you're really spittin' fire where's the bloody proof? I ain't hatin' on the youth, if you ain't got the juice What's the bloody use? Cos I'm used to the true spitters on the roof East side of the river that's the bloody roots Had to put in work like a pair of muddy boots Too big for my boots that's the truth No excuse for you new recruits Bunch of dilutes, and a few flukes I've been out of the loop Gotta pepper MCs with a few nukes Bunch of fashion MCs think they're too cute Bunch of rubbish MCs stick em in a chute Chuck em out of a helicopter with no parachute I had to jump through hoops I'm a true brute It ain't up for dispute [Hook] How bad do you want it? Do you really, really want it? How bad do you want it? Do you really, really want it? How bad do you want it? Do you really, really want it? Do you really, really want it? If you want it then I'm on it [Verse 2] Why these bredders beggin' a re-union? Why's the Godfather touchin' on the kids? Why you actin' like you never knew and he's movin' new again? There ain't ever gonna be another crew again So tell Willy that I don't need a pen pal Stop writin' me these letters cos I don't know what to do with them It ain't ever gonna be 03 or 02 they don't do it how I did it Somebody tell me what I've gotta prove again I was runnin' round the manor like a hooligan I was linkin' up with Gavin he was slewin' them Would have been a mad ting if he blew all these little grime kids ain't got a clue I ain't even got a problem with the newer gen But all these rappers [?] I will ruin them And tell Mega he can make all the noise that he wants but I'll put him on his arse in a swamp with a few of them They're still talkin' about my old wars Folklore still talkin' bout my old bars Got my thinkin' that it's all I'm really known for I ain't runnin' from no-one I fought my own wars C1 NORTHSTAR, thats a war lord If they only knew the way, flip the scoreboard And tell Wes that he's pukka and a mukka hes still a mad man, and a nutter and the heat I just can't afford I'm on tour, they want an encore Yeah sure that's what I'm on for Tell the promoters that they gotta put me on more I'm like an elevator stoppin' at the wrong floor I ain't got no regrets, if I did have a [?] It would be that I never flew Concorde Now my flow is complete 'cah I don't want no raasclaat beef [Hook] How bad do you want it? Do you really, really want it? How bad do you want it? Do you really, really want it? How bad do you want it? Do you really, really want it? Do you really, really want it? If you want it then I'm on it