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The lyrics paint a stark picture of a life lived on the edge, driven by a need to survive and assert dominance. The narrator, Dubz, recounts a youth marked by a lack of routine and a drive for material possessions, which quickly escalated into illicit activities. This early hustle, born from wanting "new things" and "shoes clean matching my jumper," morphed into a dangerous existence involving theft and violence, as evidenced by lines like "Jack you, you couldn't do things back when we jumped ya." The narrative quickly shifts to a present where threats are met with extreme aggression, detailing violent encounters and a readiness to retaliate against perceived disrespect or betrayal. The central tension lies in the duality of the narrator's existence: a struggle for survival and status within a harsh environment, contrasted with a deep-seated distrust and paranoia. The lyrics suggest a world where loyalty is constantly tested, and betrayal, particularly from "snitch niggas," is met with brutal consequences. This paranoia is palpable, leading the narrator to feel isolated despite the presence of others, noting, "I see them smile but I know that it's phony love." This internal conflict fuels the aggressive posturing and the constant readiness for violence as a means of protection and control. A striking element of the craft is the raw, unvarnished language used to depict this reality. The lyrics employ vivid, often brutal imagery, such as "Leave a yute in the dumpster, just for saying" and the chilling "my 9 blaka-blaka." The chorus, with its repeated acronyms like "D's," "B," "W," and "Z's," creates a sense of coded communication and urgency, hinting at the specific dangers and motivations within this world – police presence, potential enemies, and the pursuit of money. This dense, street-oriented lexicon grounds the narrative in a specific, unforgiving context, making the threats and boasts feel immediate and visceral. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics stems from their unflinching portrayal of a life where survival necessitates a hardened exterior and a constant state of alert. The writing doesn't shy away from the grim realities, using aggressive language and violent imagery to convey the narrator's mindset and the environment he navigates. The contrast between the desire for material things and the violent means used to obtain or protect them creates a compelling, albeit dark, narrative that immerses the listener in this high-stakes world.

Giggs & Joe Grind - Rap, Road Rap

D.U.B.Z.

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[Intro: DJ Big Ryde & Dubz] You know that I do this ting Ayo, here what I'm sayin', Dubz I hear these niggas talking like they don't know what you're about Like you don't ddo this ting So hear what I'm sayin' I want you to lay it down I want you to do your ting Go ard bodied, show these niggas what you're about, yeah? Yo, listen Alright, let's go [Verse 1: Dubz] I never had a routine when I was younger I wanted new things (Things) I wanted shoes clean matching my jumper So, I had to do things (Things) I went though teens, mash in my jumper Jack you, you couldn't do things back when we jumped ya The food's mean and I hang in the slumber Where there's loose fiends and gangsters with hunger Now a few fiends are banging my number Don't consign your food, that would be dumb bruh 'Cause if you do then we bump ya The shots ricocheting off the roof and the bumper The clip we're spraying Leave a yute in the dumpster, just for saying (Saying) He's gonna try with my brothers (What?) Furthermore, I'll wait in his house and dive out the cupboards Like "die motherfucker" my 9 blaka-blaka And I'll hear them shells or a slice with the cutter [Chorus: Joe Grind] We've got D's (D's) on our back, tryna put us in the bin 'Cause a few (Few) snitch niggas, should be slugs in your skin For the B (B) and the W, they're ringing off the line Got the Z's (Z's), hit the strip, we've got money on our minds We've got D's (D's) on our back, tryna put us in the bin 'Cause a few (Few) snitch niggas, should be slugs in your skin For the B (B) and the W, they're ringing off the line Got the Z's (Z's), hit the strip, we've got money on our minds [Verse 2: Dubz] Look I'm lost and I've never felt lonelier The impostors have never been phonier I see them smile but I know that it's phony love That's why I ride 'round the zone with the chromey tucked Fiends show me love 'cause most of them know me as The nigga that sells the drugs washed with ammonia Look, homie I'm a hustler Stick bony but the muscle's tucked Expose it now you're muddled up, crying Now your homie wanna cuddle up, fine Make your homie do the double-dutch I ain't giving one motherfuck I let the Smith & go bap-bap-bap In the kitchen, coke bubble up That's how your flip phones double up I'm a pit, no muzzle bruv Skitzo, it's no, christmas carol bruv Spliffs rolled, hypno Wrist glow, chicks go This low, kiss no Dicks get devoured up, yeah You'll get your whole crew showered up You're a coward 'cause, you and your boys rail The beef kicks off, you'll put your phone on the voicemail You niggas are pussy, remind me of moist girls For thinking I'm pussy you'll find out the toy's real Thinking of push me, you'll find out the choice Well, that's your boy? I'm putting one in your darg's tail [Chorus: Joe Grind] We've got D's (D's) on our back, tryna put us in the bin 'Cause a few (Few) snitch niggas, should be slugs in your skin For the B (B) and the W, they're ringing off the line Got the Z's (Z's), hit the strip, we've got money on our minds We've got D's (D's) on our back, tryna put us in the bin 'Cause a few (Few) snitch niggas, should be slugs in your skin For the B (B) and the W, they're ringing off the line Got the Z's (Z's), hit the strip, we've got money on our minds

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