Punch In The Face

Lyrics

[Intro] J-M-E I've had enough of these fake gangsters Like they don't feel pain, never felt pain Like they don't have any family They haven't fallen in love Or haven't watched television Or they don't eat and sleep They think they're waterproof, fireproof, everything-proof I just think they're idiots [Verse 1] Punch in the face, punch in the face Nobody wants a punch in the face That's why everybody rolls in a group Or with a mash, or with a baseball bat in case They chat waste To the wrong person and get a punch in the face Now he can't go out with his friends He has to jam and shot in the ends Shot in the ends, shot in the ends Another little kid gets shot in the ends Everybody on the TV and the media want to blame his family and friends But true say we all know his family and friends didn't manufacture them skengs The government's in control And that's why everybody's bored on road Bored on road, bored on road Another little kid gets bored on road What, what, who stabbed him? Everybody knows, but no-one disobeys the street code 'Cause if you talk to the feds, your bredrins will go into skengman mode And when they get vexed You'll have your hands in the air like you're doing a stretch Doing a stretch, doing a stretch Another black boy is doing a stretch Coulda' been avoided if he woulda' stayed in school And learnt punctuation like Wretch But instead, he got into beef on road and shot a guy in his chest What happened to the days When you would just get a punch in the face? [Interlude] What's the meaning of JME? Jack man everyday blatantly No, you're mistaken see, my birth name ain't escaping me What's the meaning of JME? Jack man everyday blatantly No, you're mistaken, my name's Jamie [Verse 2] Also known as O-O-D 'Cause if I got a G I'm GOOD Plus bare girls know me for the 'ood But I ain't happy with a G, I wanna get H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P I 'member sayin' that when I was three I used to say J-K-menamena-P My teacher who taught me my alphabet Now I'm sellin' him CDs Gimme half a chance and I'm sellin' him a tee Put on the t-shirt, tell 'im I'm a G Boy better know All the girls will try and sweet him up, like he's cinnamon and cream Groupie love, yeah that's what I wanna se Pull my clothes while I'm spittin' on the beat Buy another tee shirt then, 'cuz Why'd you think they're all hollerin' at me?