Please just stop talking,
'Cause they won't find us if you do,
All the silly boys in blue,
All the silly boys in blue.
Please just stop talking,
'Cause they won't find us if you do,
All the silly boys in blue,
All the silly boys in blue.
I knew one guy called Johnny,
He was on it man,
He made five oners a day.
Shifting Os and Bs on the local estate.
When he was young, his dad ran away,
So he barely remembers his face,
But his mum said he looks like Chris,
Without his brace.
You see, Chris was his little brother,
Always out and about,
Running his big mouth.
And Johnny was Chris' idol,
And Johnny knew Chris' big mouth,
Would land him inside if he didn't stay silent.
'Cause Chris was always causing beef,
And Chris weren't even violent.
He just knew that Johnny would be right beside him,
If anyone tried to fight him, it's the cycle.
Please just stop talking,
'Cause they won't find us if you do,
All the silly boys in blue,
All the silly boys in blue.
Please just stop talking,
'Cause they won't find us if you do,
All the silly boys in blue,
All the silly boys in blue.
Johnny got onto the white,
He was shotting green by day,
And white by night.
Seemed like it was all going alright, until
Late one night,
One guy on a bike rolled up with a knife,
And he held it right to the side of his eyes,
And told him these are my sides.
And you don't know none of my guys,
The result of Chris,
When he's pissed,
He's a wise guy.
See, Chris went school with the little brother of the guy with the knife,
Told him his life,
They were tight.
And the kid told Chris that his bro had a knife,
And Chris was like Yeah, my bro shots white,
When the kid's bro heard outside,
And that night, Johnny got knifed.
Please just stop talking,
'Cause they won't find us if you do,
All the silly boys in blue,
All the silly boys in blue.
Johnny died, a single stab to the abdomen,
Chris knew where he kept his bags,
So he grabbed for them,
Just thinking he didn't want his mum or the police to have them.
But when he goes back,
There's a strap with them,
He couldn't believe Johnny was that hidden.
But now he's got a beef with the little brother of the guy,
With the knife,
Maybe he should pack with him.
So he left that day,
Ten bags with him,
Came back in all fresh clothes,
And a bag full of fat rhythm.
Didn't know cash was that given,
Two years later, stacks risen.
I mean, Johnny died,
So nothing'll put him off shottin', if that didn't.
You can't compare that to prison,
It's your worst nightmare,
But for Chris, just think,
It isn't.

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