[Intro: Pete]
I'm a gentleman
But I ain't a gentle man
(NineOne)

[Verse 1: Pete]
Didn't wanna clear that debt
Bloke got chucked in a freezer
Grabbed by the scruff of the neck
And pedalled off in the back of the Beemer
You don't wanna cross that line (Na)
You don't wanna back down neither
Either way, you hear 'cocka-do-do-do-do' when I back that Nina

[Verse 2: Bas]
This stick came with a drum
Bang that like a one-man band
Sip some of that red rum
Get left in the lost and found
Tools in the seat of the 'ped (Yeah)
Get popped if I spin that 'round
Locked in a gardеn shed
With a price on his head of an hundrеd grand

[Verse 3: Pete]
Don't slip
End up with a busted lip
Got a bud grow down in Crawley
Feds on the payroll, won't say shit
And that's facts
Self-employed and I pay my tax (Uh)
Vacuum sealed 'cause I don't want neighbours
Sniffing about when I send them packs
[Verse 4: Bas]
*whistle* Catcalling
I'm about from six in the morning
Been flooding the block with contraband
So come rain or shine, it's still pouring
I'm an old boy with that new money
They talk tough and that's too funny
Got a sawn-off in that trench coat
You talk too much, it go boom, sonny

[Chorus: Pete]
I'm a gentleman (Oh, yeah)
But I ain't a gentle man
I move bits from the sticks in Mersey
Then I take that down London town
Got boys in the Midlands
Got boys on the blocks in South
And you know they're packing, the boys ain't lacking
So shut your mouth

[Post-Chorus: Bas]
So just keep it schtum (Yeah)
And I mean keep it shut
You can bet your life
That you don't wanna push your luck
We got green in boxes
Split, then bagged, then sold
You better mind your business
Or get picked and packed and rolled
[Verse 5: Pete]
You get rolled up into that Persian
You get rolled up into that rug
Might drop that off in a German
Then I pop back to my local pub
Pour one for the boys in the casket
Pints up for the boys in the pen
Got nits on the line for the schnitzel
Had to jump back in the German again

[Verse 6: Bas]
Back in the motor
Puffing on Ratchet Clank
High-grade gave me the giggles
Now I'm laughing all the way to the bank
Shift that gear to the Richards
They shift that gear to the Franks
They split that with the Morleys
Morleys dish that to the Mancs

[Verse 7: Pete]
Mancs drop that to the Pudleys
Pudleys swap that with the Moores
They shift that to the yuppies
From the peds to the townhouse doors
It's a top-down service
And we be the ones on top
And if you're talking murders
Know that we ain't the ones that drop
[Verse 8: Bas]
Came from the bottom
Now who got the bird's eye view? (Us)
We got plod in the pockets
And old money in an IOU
We got keys in houses
And grows in the basement too
And we came from nothing
Now the Bentleys come brand new

[Chorus: Pete]
I'm a gentleman (Oh, yeah)
But I ain't a gentle man
I move bits from the sticks in Mersey
Then I take that down London town
Got boys in the Midlands
Got boys on the blocks in South
And you know they're packing, the boys ain't lacking
So shut your mouth

[Post-Chorus: Bas]
So just keep it schtum (Yeah)
And I mean keep it shut
You can bet your life
That you don't wanna push your luck
We got green in boxes
Split, then bagged, then sold
You better mind your business
Or get picked and packed and rolled