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Ghetts – Fire And Brimstone Lyrics

[Intro: Dizzee Rascal & ?]
‘Cause I’m from East, I knew Reggie, Reggie’s Ghetts
Yeah, yeah, I hear that
Like, that’s all that, that lot, Marcus, Nasty (Yeah, yeah)
Look, all the Newham gang, innit?
It’s like Plaistow and all them boys, yeah I know that they were up to stuff

[Chorus]
How long have I been low?
When’s the last time man had to wait ’til dark and climb through a window?
When’s the last time man had to hide in bush and silent a ringtone?
When’s the last time man had to go ’round there with fire and brimstone?

[Verse 1: Ghetts]
Blue lights in my rear-view
New life, career too
My girl said, “You’re legit now
Why do feds still scare you?”
I still get flashbacks
Man done bare moves
Ran up in houses
Filled vans and cleared rooms
Before I had an accountant
I weighed grams in Claire’s room
And all she wanted out of it
Was money for a hairdo
Maybe an outfit
I was like, “Fair dues”
Cah that was my down chick
From ’round about year two
Just jumped in the whip
Driver said, “Where to?”
I told him Balaam
Cats know I’ll be there soon
Traphouse smokey
I know about bare fumes
Ran from the police
Window and I hear boom

[Chorus: Ghetts, Dizzee Rascal]
How long have I been low?
When’s the last time man had to wait ’til dark then climb through a window?
When’s the last time man had to hide in bush and silent a ringtone?
When’s the last time man had to go ’round there with fire and brimstone?
How long have I been low? (Check one, two, mic’s in the air)
When’s the last time man had to wait ’til dark then climb through a window? (Feds tryna case, but we don’t care)
When’s the last time man had to hide in bush and silent a ringtone? (One, two, Uzi, everything here)
When’s the last time man had to go ’round there with fire and brimstone? (I got a shotgun, I don’t got a shotgun spare)

[Verse 2: Ghetts, Dizzee Rascal]
Distant memory
Chase through Blackwall Tunnel (Cyeah)
Went for a different entry
If they’re talking hustle
Mine’s consistent, not temporary
If they’re talking trouble (Trouble)
It was based on instant envy (Trouble)
If they’re talking bubbles (Brr)
Back when they was called 120’s (Yo)
Look, how long I been styling?
How long I been riding? (Riding)
How long I been driving? (Driving)
How long was I hiding? (Woo)
Warrant out for my arrest (Trust)
Feds pouring out of my address (Aggro)
Persistent offender
Different agenda
I did not surrender
Stereotyped by any system I enter (Grr)
TDK, nah, I mean TDA, nah, I mean GBH
Free Titch, free Ashman, free Tyler, I feel his pain (Woah)

[Chorus: Ghetts, Dizzee Rascal]
How long have I been low? (Check one, two, mic’s in the air)
When’s the last time man had to wait ’til dark then climb through a window? (Feds tryna case, but we don’t care)
When’s the last time man had to hide in bush and silent a ringtone? (One, two, Uzi, everything here)
When’s the last time man had to go ’round there with fire and brimstone? (I got a shotgun, I don’t got a shotgun spare)
How long have I been low? (Check one, two, mic’s in the air)
When’s the last time man had to wait ’til dark then climb through a window? (Feds tryna case, but we don’t care)
When’s the last time man had to hide in bush and silent a ringtone? (One, two, Uzi, everything here)
When’s the last time man had to go ’round there with fire and brimstone? (I got a shotgun, I don’t got a shotgun spare)

[Outro: Dizzee Rascal]
It’s Live-O
It’s Live-O
So skank out
And jump about

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