Wanna Be Lyrics - Maths & English - Dizzee Rascal

[Alright mate] 

Lily Allen: 

So you wanna be a gangster? 

Tell me just one thing 

What you know about being a hard-man? 

Your mum buys your bling 

Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to 

Cause you haven't got it 

So you might as well quit 

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Dizzee Rascal: 

I'm moving, couldn't be losing 

Nothing but a success thing, I'm proving 

Nothing to you half-heart wasters 

Standing there yap-yap-yapping on cruising 

Nobody dictates, I'm choosing 

Where I go, what I do with my life, stupid 

And I hold my own, I'm Raskit 

You better watch your tone, you spastic 

'Low it, you're not heartless 

Nothing but a lot of hot air, you're harmless 

I keep getting my paper regardless 

Your words don't faze me, I'm marvelous 

Age 22, zero tolerance 

And I ain't got no time for the nonsense 

You wanna see me, come to my concerts 

And we can do it on stage with a audience 

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Lily Allen: 

So you wanna be a gangster? 

Tell me just one thing 

What you know about being a hard-man? 

Your mum buys your bling 

Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to 

Cause you haven't got it 

So you might as well quit 

Dizzee Rascal: 

Beef, stripes, guts, glory 

All these hype bredders in the club bore me 

I wish when I'd come through they'd ignore me 

I really can't deal with another war story 

Bredders in my face with a fist full of paper 

Trying to make out they're a big money maker 

Talking all loud (Better know man a hustler) 

I ain't got time, rudeboy, see you later 

And I can't forget these groupies following 

Fronting, raving, ranting, hollering 

Yeah, I know I shouldn't be complaining 

But these Jezebels do my brain in 

(I ain't no groupie, who ya calling Jezebel? 

Don't chat to me like I'm just any girl) 

Ah security, somebody move her 

(I don't wanna talk to you anyway, loser) 

Lily Allen: 

So you wanna be a gangster? 

Tell me just one thing 

What you know about being a hard-man? 

Your mum buys your bling 

Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to 

Cause you haven't got it 

So you might as well quit 

Lily Allen: 

That whip don't make you a big man (Nah mate) 

That chain don't make you a big man (Nah mate) 

I know you think you're a big man (What mate?) 

But really you're just a waste, man ('low it) 2X 

Dizzee Rascal: 

Yo, let me wrap it up while I've still got time 

Ain't nobody telling about no Grime 

Cause I know where I stand with it, I'm fine 

Handle your biz, I'm handling mine 

Everybody chatting 'bout black-on-black crime 

All I see is the blind leading the blind 

I wanna leave all the pettiness behind 

You don't really want to see me cross that line 

Leave me alone or you'll be sorry 

Beef ain't nothing new to me, you wally 

Why don't you just kick back, be jolly 

Stay at home with a cup of tea, watch Corrie 

I'm not listening anyway, man 

Who rattled your cage anyway, man 

Ain't no slacking with this young man 

Do what I gotta do everyday, fam 

Lily Allen: 

So you wanna be a gangster? 

Tell me just one thing 

What you know about being a hard-man? 

Your mum buys your bling 

Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to 

Cause you haven't got it 

So you might as well quit