Old Friends Songtext
von Bugzy Malone

Yeah, it′s Bugz
This one's for my old friends
Came up with me in the bits, in my old ends
Yeah, goes like this
Look

This one′s for my old friends

Late night chatting in my old Benz
Wilmslow Road in my 110's
I write the words in strange ways like it's a cold pen

Crown court magistrates, I really know them
Don′t really know why I had to throw my
Old knife on a cold night, I was a lowlife
See that′s the nature of a gang, we had to blur lines

Are we really that tight or is it all lies?
See to make it in these streets you have to force crimes

HMP for Her Majesty's Poor Guys

Bang your door, that′s the war cry


Put that chicken with some bread and bang pretzels to get more size
The prison gates in my daydream
Prison waits for mistakes, we wear gloves just to stay clean
Our mothers cook the rice so we had to make P's
Keep it full English with the bacon ′cah we're straight G′s

And never say please, unless I'm standing at the canteen
And I want hash browns with my baked beans
We like AP, but keep it Rolex and no feds
Could ever come and take what we achieve
When you're the first one to represent your city, that′s a dead weight
Someone had to set pace
I had to say grace when I seen JB back on the estate

Homie Lost never got to leave those jail gates

The road took hold of them and you can ask Kate

Watching Family Guy with Meshack before shit changed

Shoutout all the real ones from my ways

And this is how the real say "safe"
′Cause the sky is the limit, being inspired is the mindset

This one's for my old friends, the ones I left behind, yeah


Rough road, rough road
Yeah I came up on the rough road, rough road
I represented us properly
I ask my city, "Do you love me?"
Do you love me?
Rough road, rough road
Yeah I came up on the rough road, rough road
I represented us properly
I ask my city, "Do you love me?"
Do you love me?

This one′s for my old friends

In fact this one's for my old bits

The Waterloo Estate back in ′06

You keep the full face with you when you serve nits

Roaming the streets in the ghetto like I'm Elvis

We learnt to steal in the city and that′s straight facts
Halliwell Lane taught me to flip packs
Moston, Collyhurst, I got a six pack
I went to school in Prestwich, I was an outcast
Community service in Whalley Range
It was a dark day in Moss Side, the day they shot Jesse James
A cold night in Cheetham Hill when they got White Pony
Rest in peace Deezy, I couldn't sleep easy
Knowing we lost one of the rappers in my city that I

Should've collaborated with, it would′ve been a banger
Instead, I was in a black bandana
Some real deep memories when I drive through the manor
My adversaries in my nightmares
I see their face in detail as if they were standing right there

Balaclava with them Nike Airs
Had me feeling incognito, we didn′t fight fair
I like to say prayers, but keep it thugged out
'Cause where I come from if you don′t fall, you get cut down

I'm from a place where ambition gets you shut down
They wonder why I rushed out to get a bust down

Just a couple reasons why I kept it stepping
Rarely did the police find the murder weapon
Jail cells made the sky look iridescent
Starting at the bottom don′t make you a peasant
'Cause the sky is the limit, being inspired is the mindset

This one′s for my old friends, the ones I left behind, yeah

Rough road, rough road
Yeah I came up on the rough road, rough road
I represented us properly
I ask my city, "Do you love me?"
Do you love me?
Rough road, rough road
Yeah I came up on the rough road, rough road
I represented us properly
I ask my city, "Do you love me?"
Do you love me?

Rough road, rough road (Do you love me?)
Rough road, rough road (Do you love me?)
Rough road, rough road (I said do you love me?)
Rough road, rough road (Do you love me?)
Rough road, rough road (Do you love me?)
Rough road, rough road