2 Far

by Dizzee Rascal

From the album: Boy in da Corner

Duration: 03:07

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Lyrics for 2 Far

You really don't have to do this Why do people just ask for things When they don't really want it? (They should just shut up) What? I'm your fitness instructor I just wanna make my money You make yours It's time for some exercise What, what Make money or shut up (what?) You're asking, I'm your fitness instructor Yo, I don't promote no violence but if that boy gets arrogant, oh Leave that boy in the basement so Done with the bat, get up just walk I'm not a female beater but if that girl gets facety, oh Slap that girl all hasty 'cause she might be buff but she's not rough I can't believe I'm hearing that, boy thinks I'm not dangerous Let me draw his girlfriend home, cut no slack she'll never go back Marriage, love, wife please, all that talk is stupid plus I don't believe in Cupid 'cause sometimes mo' times, everyone two times Who do they think they are? You push me too far Look, I don't care who you are, no I'm a super, superstar Who do they think they are? You push me too far Look, I don't care who you are, no Yo, yo, I don't obey no policemen 'cause they forget they're human, uh Get excited quickly but he ain't got a gun, I'll kick him and run Don't talk to me about roaming 'cause Queen Elizabeth don't know me so How can she control me when I live street and she lives neat? I love raising conscience but there's just too much violence I can't stand no nonsense, book me, watch me, hear me, pay me I've been far too friendly now, everybody wants a favor but I'm not no ones savior 'cause where was you when I was blue? Who do they think they are? You push me too far Look, I don't care who you are, no I'm a super, superstar Who do they think they are? You push me too far Look, I don't care who you are, no Yo, talk in the mic, I'll talk neat, talk to your wife, I'll talk sweet Talkin' tough I'll talk with my feet, rascals raw like red meat Talk act, talk rough, talk sexy, talk buff Certain girls talk rough, talk anything, anywhere, any stuff Yeah, we got style, we'll get cash Yeah, we got style, we'll make cash Certain man talk trash, act funny, act flash Bring your bora, bring your mash, get banged, get bashed I don't care who they are, where they are If they wanna bring the beef we ain't far Who do they think they are? You push me too far Look, I don't care who you are, no I'm a super, superstar Who do they think they are? You push me too far Look, I don't care who you are, no I was hot steppin' in my Nike M sneaker You didn't know I was an MC beater, defeater, giving the MC a sleeper I'm in to win fairly, I'm not a cheater I'm starving, hungry ready to eat her Your drink's sweet but my drink's sweeter though I'm getting stronger bro, you're getting weaker bro I came straight from the gutter, lay low I'm a Ninja Turtle, you can't step into my circle In a sound flash I will hurt you, Paper, Astor, Liverpool Anyone wanna make paper, they put they're face on the floor and chew That's what I want, I want true things A double bed fling with a true thing, Wiley, Rascal that's the bum thing Gyal wanna bang on my bed, no long thing Who do they think they are? You push me too far Look, I don't care who you are, no I'm a super, superstar Who do they think they are? You push me too far I don't care who they are, no Who do they think they are? You push me too far Look, I don't care who you are, no I'm a super, superstar Who do they think they are? You push me too far Look, I don't care who they are, no Shut up No one can't say nothing ever I'm no fitness instructor

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