Ghetts - Commandments lyrics

[Intro] Hear me out It's Freedom of Speech Say what the f** I like man *laughs* [Verse 1] 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 n***as 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, n***as are hungry And what you've got can't feed half a cannibal These n***as'll kidnap your b**h 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 a**ault, 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 n***as wanna boast about a 20 to 1 brawl Be my guest, my pride's gonna be my d**h, I'm an East side rep I'll beat my tech 'til I see a guy's flesh Still n***as 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 [Hook] Do moves if you have to, f** it Shoot if you have to, f** it Put him in the boot if you have to For the food and the cash too, f** it Do moves if you have to, f** it Shoot if you have to, f** it Put him in the boot if you have to For the food and the cash too [Verse 2] 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 pa** 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 bullsh**, 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... [Hook]x2