Artist: N-Dubz Album: Uncle B song: Love For My Slum Typed by: AZ Lyrics I've never had love for the feds but I've always had love for my slum I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids so all my people in the slum put your hands up it whetever used to come that easy and I was just just flying my wayy I dunno how I did it but I will carry on til the die that I day I ain't gona lie mama tried the best to bring me up right guess it never worked she was cries I was always involved in crime from the age of 9 music got me kind of famous now they want a piece of pie blud I'm blowin up the scene but I dunno where my bed is smoke so much weed cos I dunno where my head is I might have some fame but I'm stil low on credit management love the money someone tell me where my bred is I come across alot of rich kids that died to be thugs I don't understand them they're very very loved dey don't wake up in the morning to see mam pipin dubs You have to worry about them goons with the 38 snubs You got to much to lose your in a great position how can you be hood if a hole frikin flat is smaller than your kitchen You wouldn't last a minute where I'm from you'd go missin so appreciate what uve got cause for that I'm stil wishin brap [Chorus] I ain't gona lie I make broke luck good more time I supply just tryna get by You should never ask me why I smoke til my lips split dey always send me dry so stop movin like a criminal is what I try but you live by the roads by the roadside you die been in every situation make mine humble like pie I've never had love for the feds coz dey don't giv man abli they holdin man unda arest takin time outa my life once times taken time cant take back were frm a place where its all be an see cats some real most idiots mummys tryin ard we can see dat I've got love on the road I get feedback I never had it but I'm takin the scene back any track thats banging rubber i'll read that push ya and up in the air and give me that brap [Chorus] til the day that I die na na naii come along hows ya day wot ya want same old I'm livin rong I'm in the stuuds makin moves I'm on the roads movin food either way were makin paper makin paper d.a.p's I'm mista baker You wont get us on ya stage unless its 5 billz or over nokin doors and sell our cd like a witness from johova so weres the bitch lola I shuda bort her ova so she can suck the whole of finsbury park!! all ma mendem r drk were on east like were sharks been through so much different shit the pain will never leave my heart ill make you shit ya pants getin stuk with food in ya car so I sugest you listen close trust me you cud be a star wot dya fink dya stil wona live like me and him You make me sik you tlk gun tlk you ain't even seen the stick dont be upset y dya avta cry na na naii til the day that we die braaap [Chorus] I'm afraid its all you geting gud nyt god bless an wen you wake up in the mornin try not to be stressd I wish I had what you ad I ant got my lifes a mess so be thanksful in your situation Stop Actin Like A Pest! [X2]