Lyrics Suck Yourself - N-Dubz feat. Chipmunk
When
Instead
of
doin
somethin
good
with
my
life
I
was
out
feelin
untouchable,
tryna
rock
grown
men
I
dunno
how
hes
done
it
but
my
lawyer
is
a
gee
for
keepin
me
outta
pen
If
it
wernt
for
him
and
my
paps,
I'd
be
lookin
at
a
10
We
all
used
to
shot
food
but
it
was
more
about
who
was
the
gulliest
in
the
ends
Shout
out
to
Tinchy,
I
was
smaller
than
my
guns
One
thing
we
wouldnt
do
and
that
was
shot
a
mans
mum
But
I
wass
jammed
up
at
the
crack
house,
all
night
long
See
man
O'g'in
of
the
needle
and
the
needle
and
the
bone
One
mornin
use
to
come
and
smell
mingin
The
weather
was
always
fucked
my
line
never
stopped
blingin
Cubba,
white,
brown
pills,
you
can
name
me
anything
There
was
nothin
we
wernt
slingin
Look
at
me
now
I'm
singin
At
my
little
sons
grinnin
Mums
gotta
skits
out,
when
she
sees
her
new
yard
n
kitchen
The
C
needs
coachin
Put
your'e
album
out,
same
day
as
us
and
we'll
see
who's
roastin!
Suck
yourself!
You
don't
kill!
I
can
tell
the
way
you
talk
about
these
fuckin
straps
that
you
ain't
never
had
one
still
so
Recognise
real!
You
know
the
deal
If
ya
on
this
ting
and
you
ain't
talkin
shit
I'ma
see
ya
when
you
make
a
mill
When
you
make
a
mill
When
ya
make
a
mill,
I'ma
see
ya
Respected
by
gee's
cos
I
never
tried
to
be
one
But
I've
been
around
Dappy
and
money
makers
It's
football
and
music,
we'll
let
the
streets
take
us
Uh,
I
never
lie
in
my
bars
Artist
blow
and
make
up
a
part
They
start
liein
to
the
listeners,
I
tell
em
be
yaself,
the
real
gee's
ain't
listenin!
But
nowadays
everybodys
bad,
everybodys
gotta
strap
and
everybody
bangs
And
I
don't
give
a
shit
if
ya
grinded
If
ya
clothes
look
shit,
your'e
a
tramp!
I'm
sick
and
tired
of
these
Youtube
gee's,
gettin
pissed
of
because
ya
girl
Youtubes
me
I
swear
down
these
Niggers
make
me
sick
Na
na
nii,
throw
up
a
C
Please,
Mr
Munks
all
good
Ya
think
my
hair
wont
cut
the
way
I'm
good
in
my
hood
I
pass
through
like
sho
they
show
love
It's
an
event
whenever
I
shows
up
The
money
it
goes
up,
day
by
day
And
baby,
pricks
should
never
say
my
name
I
came,
from
a
place
where
it's
all
on
So
I'ma
take
war
and
lead
the
boys
on
Lead
the
boys
on
yeah,
fightin
over
shit
Number
2 album,
Nigger
I'm
the
shit
Ey
yo
Da's
look
now
were
winnin
We
use
to
be
in
the
flats
chillin
Look
at
me
now
spittin
Teeth
still
grinnin
Pass
through
my
hood
Big
gully
A
R
keep
swingin
Paid
so
I'm
boastin
I
can
burn
bread
On
14 corner
ways
Suck
yourself!
You
don't
kill!
(You
don't
kill!)
I
can
tell
the
way
you
talk
about
these
fuckin
straps
that
you
ain't
never
had
one
still
so
Recognise
real!
You
know
the
deal
(You
know
the
deal)
If
ya
on
this
ting
and
you
ain't
talkin
shit
I'ma
see
ya
when
you
make
a
mill
When
you
make
a
mill
Yo
I
was
never
ballin
My
trainers
all
had
smiles
on
their
faces
they
were
talkin
Always
dressin
bummy
in
some
oversized
tracksuite
Runnin
round
the
streets
where
the
gully
is
the
black
dudes
Robbin
Niggers
bare
faced
I
knew
it
wasnt
fair
mate
We'd
lick
a
couple
lappys
And
we'd
meet
up
at
the
staircase
Uncle
B
was
the
realest
thing
that
I
believed
in
Didn't
think
4 years
down
the
line,
I'd
still
be
breathin
And
I
ain't
leavin,
so
...
Suck
yourself!
(Suck
yourslef!)
You
don't
kill!
(You
don't
kill!)
I
can
tell
the
way
you
talk
about
these
fuckin
straps
that
you
ain't
never
had
one
still
so
Recognise
real!
You
know
the
deal!
(Ungrateful!)
If
ya
on
this
ting
and
you
ain't
talkin
shit
I'ma
see
ya
when
you
make
a
mill
When
you
make
a
mill
Fuck
it!
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