Xyclone - We Run the Roads Remix
Now you can find me out in London Chilling in them dungeonsJust around the corner
From the Winsor’s in the Buckingham.
Where brothers don’t talk about straps They be Bucking em
So if you find yourself round here
You don’t fuck with them.
You might get a leg shot
Further more a head shot
Further more your face off at close-range,
Or you might get your chain popped
Jewels & your gems robbed
Find yourself on crime watch this ain't a game is L o n don.
And I am in New cross, Brixton a Pecknarm
That straight war zone Afghan Vietnam,
I know you've heard about gigs but did you know you get pitched just for working with the wrong colours in your garms.
We ain’t the bloods or the Crips
But we’re reping hard,
Even the younger younger youngers carry fire arms.
That's automatic weapons longer than your fuckin' arms, and sawn offs instead of oysters and travel cards.
See I’m from a place where
Man get lick with a straight out here for a straight stare,
I beg you don’t go there.
These hard times just means we going harder
They try to deny the fact there too out of order.
We run the roads
We run the roads, round here, we run the roads, round here.
We run the roads,
We run the roads round here, we run the roads round here.
We run the roads,
We run the roads, round here, we run the roads round here.
We run the roads,
We run the roads, round here, we run the roads round here.
7 days a week till the whole weekend, again,
We run the roads ask the police dem
The plug wah 21 but Craze gimmi 24 and tell mi seh fi guh meet dem
Money still a meck never drop off form
Once we a smile we nuh pop off corn
But if a bwoy Violate tell him say the 38 will lef him flat like a jackass corn
Wad up was up who have a problem
Solve them
Tell me cause mi ready fi guh grab dem Tag dem
Anything a anything we have them
Di silencer sing sweet like me Song dem
From the estate to the city dawg
This a Di realest it nuh pretty dAwg
Nuh Fuk round PK or Scrap
Yuh guh a Brixton yuh affi ask bout Chippy dawg
See I’m from a place where
Man get lick with a straight out here for a straight stare,
I beg you don’t go there.
These hard times just means we going harder
They try to deny the fact there too out of order.
We run the roads
We run the roads, round here, we run the roads, round here.
We run the roads,
We run the roads round here, we run the roads round here.
We run the roads,
We run the roads, round here, we run the roads round here.
We run the roads,
We run the roads, round here, we run the roads round here.
We run the R.O.A.D
Watch yuh speech cause mi dawgs dem craze-y
Mi will lef yuh chalk out, yellow tape b
Yuh can’t violate Craze 24 nor M.E.
Di shot dem plenty
Buss it till it empty
We nuh too friendly
Suh nuh bother temp me
We run the S.T.R.E.E.T from London back to the D.M.V.
Mi run the road and Fuk gyal and meck nuff money
Mi Loyal nuh hop ship like a bugs bunny
Mi talk less Ventriloquist but no dummy
Mi pree more laugh at them haha they’re funny
Belmont, Pimlico and Kentucky
A Suh mi run the road like a stallion sunny
Upgrade to mansion from the small cubby
A bimmers and benz, no Nissan sunny
See I’m from a place where
Man get lick with a straight out here for a straight stare,
I beg you don’t go there.
These hard times just means we going harder
They try to deny the fact there too out of order.
We run the roads
We run the roads, round here, we run the roads, round here.
We run the roads,
We run the roads round here, we run the roads round here.
We run the roads,
We run the roads, round here, we run the roads round here.
We run the roads,
We run the roads, round here, we run the roads round here.
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