Old Friends Bugzy Malone

[Intro]
Yeah it's Bugz
See this ones for my old friends
Who came up with me in the bits in my old ends
Yeah
It goes like this, look

[Verse 1]
This ones for my old friends, late night chattin' in my old Benz
Wilmslow Road in my 110's
I write the words in Strangeways like it's a cold pen
Crown court magistrates, I really know them
But do they know why I had to throw my old knife
On a cold night, I was a low-life
See that's the nature of a gang, we had to blur lines
Are we really that tight or is it all lies?
See to make it in these streets you have to force crimes
HMP for her majesty's poor guys
Bang your door, that's the war cry
Put that chicken with some bread and bang press ups to get more sized
The prison gates in my day dream
Prison ways from mistakes, we wear gloves just to stay clean
Our mothers cooked the rice up, we had to make P's
Keep it full English with the bacon cah' we're straight g's
I never say please unless I'm standin' at the canteen
And I want hash browns with my baked beans
We like AP but keep it Rolex
And no feds could ever come and take what we achieved
When you're the first one to represent your city, that's a dead weight
Someone had to set pace
I had to say grace when I seen JB back on the estate
Tommy Loz never got to leave those jail gates
The roads were colder then and you can ask Kate
Watchin' Family Guy with Meeshak before shit changed
Shout out all the real ones from my ways
And this is how the real ones say safe