One Shot (96 Remix) The Brotherhood

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One two

[Verse 1: Mr Shylock]
Now in my early days I was a wild smoking tiles
Little ignoramus talking heinous
Who the Hell could blame us?
Miscellaneous
Split pop the head
The only thing that mattered was the honey in the lambs bread
My soul was rotten like old Nick Cotton
My mums words of wisdom must've forgot em’
And it's just a missed demeanour
Because there ain't no way in hell to tell a young seventeener

[Verse 2: Mr Spyce]
Remember those words but [?] learn a trade
And that same night you’re out on road getting paid
Taking someones corn
Leaving pockets torn
Fleeing yes the place yes the crime in a hurry
Read all about it next day in the paper
And you and your bredrin then went bun a caper
Steam steam pick ya mumma clean
Bigging up [?] about you wants to let you know I'm for real
Force is struggling this one Sonny Jim
At the age of thirteen my [?] spilling
We clamped chirped blag and we giggle
March to the hills to avoid Mr Dibble
The boydem became the round upon the rates
The dutty blue foot yo they sweet when them step
My rep was nothing but a junior bully
You got something I want you best give it to me