The Skints - Contemplations of the modern rudeboy lyrics

Why waste time standing in the dole queue line When I can have a life of crime? Wave goodbye to that boring nine to five And all I see is more police out on beat More and more CCTV, ya dun see me blud Controlling these streets I'd risk 25 to life for the price of my time in a vain-up attempt while they all get by I'm another example of a wasted young mind but I need to get shot of this green and the white Things like that shouldn't be talked about Why go school, when I can do sweet f** all? Just buy myself a big fat tool, rudeboy you could learn a thing or two I'm lickin' shots like a lollipop Shottin' rocks like a Kalashnikov It's standard ting, I ain't lost the plot So when I hot you up, you're best to tell me what you go Messin' with me, rudeboy, could be your biggest mistake Catch me from Hackney E8 out to Broadmead Estate Don't go to the gym, but I'm holdin' the weight so don't watch how I do 'cause I sure ain't your mate These are my contemplations Dub, sweat and tears Don't hold no fear