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letra de one shot - the brotherhood

[hook, mr spyce]

one shot’s all you got at this life
caused ‘nuff strife but now you under the knife
you could’ve, should’ve
gone a different way before you lost the whole plot
blinded by the flash of one shot
one shot!

[verse 1, mr shylock]

now in my early days i was a wild smoking tiles
little ignoramus talking heinous
who the h-ll could blame us?
miscellaneous
no fun done to be had
so i acted mad, drinking thunderbirds with the lads
take a [?] the bee’s knees
me and my friend, p, the world was our oyster
thought we had the flavour like royster’s
wishing for the roughneck creps
walking roughneck steps
kept our pockets light
running in the night
spray can in the hand
spray of chrome
then i’m home at first light, right
p was the [?] but went through a [?]
was the childhood sc-m
snooker b-lls in a sock, but
while i was just a dazed, crazed, individual
p was standing vigil of visions of the criminal
subliminal, gotta get the cash
gotta get the corn, gotta sell the hash
gotta get myself some [?]
changed the norm from the school yard
the fool yard
acting like a gangster
we talked like humphrey bogart
oh god, my god tried to get through
taught myself blue ’cause he’s got a new crew
one, two, years later
making music for the brain
i heard the word out on p that he was on the cane
insane, excuse my cynicism
because my ex-best friend is doing 7 years in prison

[hook, mr spyce]

[verse 2, mr spyce]

my mum was on my case about [ learn a trade?]
several years down the road
boy, i’m getting mad pay
no longer robbing, stealing, bugging
i [?] seeing ’nuff heads jumping
early skulduggery
you’ll be in a whole heap of f-ckery
born and raised in the naked city
chalkhill was alive, with the sound of music
as a l!ckle yute the babylon was in pursuit
i’m blessed with the ill sk!lls that keep me out of jail
[?]
because i’ll be sailing on the breeze, indeed
if i see the judge i’ll [?]
he tried to get me locked up
so what’s up, he’s f-cked up
to all my friends at [?] big up (big up!)
you’ll be back soon
i [?] move back on the streets, going on bang, zoom
old habits die hard with willis
no more juries that are vexed
because they’ve got to listen to this
petty larceny, in the dock, feeling smarmy
just got the squeeze, the old bill’s going barmy
i took to rhyming, and everybody’s smiling
and i reminisce about the days i was wiling
your pockets i’ll be going through
“just stand still, p-ssybwoy, don’t move”

[hook, mr spyce]

- the brotherhood

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