Lyrics:
we done built this
Shit from the ground up now, homie
Believe that daddy, it ain't no looking back from here, we too strong
And that's the only
From ""Brownwall 2"" by Brownwall
It was Summer
I remember it's on my hands
It's on my hands like gasoline
Wipe all my dreams
Wipe on my jeans
My
back if we leave it up to chance
Broken pencils and old notebooks
Can't get by on her daddy's good looks
Crossword puzzles and the Sunday times
Won't
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
just alleviate your clothes
Time to fly up out it catch you at a club
You get me fiendin body talkin' shit to me
But I can't comprehend the meanin'
Time
rappin' to a whore
Might reach back and relapse to wrappin' up this raw (ya'll feel like da-)
Givenchy fittin' like it's gym clothes
We really gym stars,
the shard and proclaim it loud
This is the London revolt
This is the London revolt
And hold it up so the people know, fuck
This is the London revolt
Too much
to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it
time for farmer's daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says John this is not the way life's
penetentiary chances tryin to get rich
My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti
Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it
Chorus
[c-murder]
Throw your
from 4 years in prison
and i cop two jags in one year
i cm Legend i cm Legend
i cm Legend i cm Legend
i cm Legend i Will Smith it
like Willow Smith i
a headache and im so poetic And life is a madness
London is pretty
This city is butters this city is both
I call it my home and its live,
Days will go by
shit
Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel
Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal
Living legend, veteran known to set trend
Lethal weapon,
I don't give a fuck
Life I live it up
I ain't missing much
Shoot a shot
Before you go against me
Warn your whole team
That I don't lose a lot
Taking
I'm the king, I live alone though
Buying up, China's Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina
Only just to blind you and leave ya
These young boys is
to survive
The legends true, he's hunting you
So try and live tonight
Don't look up too far
He knows just where you are
Siren Head is coming soon
So sound
seeing the Lord
Its real life ting cos I always perform
Up in their thoughts from dusk till dawn
coincidentally
Stripped of their lives and all their futures
Shout out to the super-duper Martin Luther
Another great killed by another loser
How peculiar
Now I
the most shit, fuck the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
It's official now, they all rock Sean John
Might have to change my name to strong arm
every city we play
Just from pickin' up the mic' in a usual way
We rock guitars with a bass that's funny
We could even tear it up at a grade school
This ain't for the conscious, this is for the mud-made monsters
Who grew up on legends from outer Yonkers
Influenced by niggas Straight Outta Compton,
(It's on), oh-yeah
Yeah, just twelve hours from now
After the sun go down
After barrels of laughter, barrels of fun
Goodbye to yesterday, I'm proud
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
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