Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Built This City, artist - The Diplomats. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Built This City |
| Killa, Killa |
| Santana, Jones, Hell Rell |
| You already know what it is |
| We did it y’all |
| (They sucking us, right?) |
| Let’s get it rocking y’all |
| Killa, uhh |
| (Diplomats man) |
| We built this city (on these blocks we hustle) |
| We built this city on rock (on rock) |
| We built this city (turn bricks to whips) |
| We built this city on rock and roll (on rock) |
| We built this city (in the midst of the struggle) |
| We built this city on rock (on rock) |
| We built this city (from bottom to top) |
| We built this city on rock and roll |
| (Through the agony, pain, diplomatical reign) |
| Ayo, my Dipset Taliban |
| We on these streets like the wars on them streets of Afghanistan |
| Better yet of Pakistan |
| To America, Harlem’s Al Qaeda |
| Any problems I spray ya, not to startle the mayor |
| But in this 50-block radius, let’s get the rock and shave the shit |
| Or get the Glock and blaze the shit |
| Bitches get the cock and savor it |
| They say Jim Jones the Capo my favorite (motherfuckers!) |
| (Let's get it, shit) |
| 'Cause some of this shit my city wasn’t built up over |
| Drugs and money, some shit you get killed up over |
| Slumped on your wheel, straight tilted over |
| Trust me dogs, I seen it in peril |
| Niggas wasted and painted and seen on the mural |
| (That's Harlem) In this apple of mine is rotten, damn |
| Clap up your shines, pop shots that’ll crack up your minds |
| And cop rocks and cook that crack up to dimes |
| New York City, the capital of crime |
| We built this city (from the packing and stacking) |
| We built this city on rock (on rock) |
| We built this city (from the scrambling and gambling) |
| We built this city on rock and roll (on rock) |
| We built this city (from the packing and stacking) |
| We built this city on rock (on rock) |
| We built this city (from the scrambling and gambling) |
| We built this city on rock and roll |
| (Blamming the cannon, at ya face, mother. uh) |
| Yo, now once again it’s Santana the Great |
| I built this city on hammers and weight |
| Gasoline, rope, bandanas and tape |
| Lots of fiends, lots of coke being handed away |
| You know the usual |
| Shut 'em down, set up show, how we usually do |
| Cut 'em down, dead the block man, we moving through |
| Diplomats is the strongest force |
| On and off the court we ball, it’s more than sports, motherfucker! |
| (It's Santana nigga, come on) |
| We built this city from ground zero |
| To spitting the pound zero, brown pistol at ya, get down kicko |
| Yeah, this is from the ground up, nigga |
| So get your weight and your pounds up, nigga |
| 'Cause when it’s beef my homies mount up quicker |
| Fit the pound much quicker, lay you down much quicker |
| You never been approached by golden Eagles |
| Vultures that’ll scope and feed you |
| No court just leave you, shit you know |
| We built this city (on blood sweat and tears) |
| We built this city on rock (on rock) |
| We built this city (we gon' make it to the top) |
| We built this city on rock and roll (on rock) |
| We built this city (through blood sweat and tears) |
| We built this city on rock (on rock) |
| We built this city (blood sweat and tears) |
| We built this city on rock and roll |
| (Through the trials and tribulations |
| We gon' make it through the years, c’mon) |
| Yo, yo |
| It’s like what I wouldn’t do for a buck |
| Our enemies can’t rest in peace Jones, we shoot they funerals up |
| New gangstas in the city, bitch, ring the alarm |
| All y’all hoes bow down, kiss the ring of a Don |
| It’s about to get real big playa, humongous |
| Stacked money so long 'til it grew fungus |
| We was gon' let you live until you threw punches |
| Now we got to get critical and we got to get rid of you |
| And we the most talked about, the most popular |
| We live by the codes, we the Dipset mafia |
| You never know who’s watching ya |
| You never know who’s plotting to pop at ya |
| We focused like a pair of binoculars |
| I’m 'bout to get gritty |
| M-5 CLK’s garage look like Alphabet City |
| And I’m a hustler, I put cracks in communities |
| Cops can’t touch me, got Diplomatic Immunity |
| Now try but I’m guaranteed a million shipped in scan |
| If not, back to the block, ship some grams |
| Killa… if not, get with Cam |
| I got clips to lift a van, flip a van |
| Shit, they can kick the can |
| This cat think he sling 'cause he got a pinky ring |
| Rinky-dink diamonds, they don’t even make your pinky bling |
| (We built this city) And now I’m 'bout to kill this city |
| (We built this city) Krills to 50, yeah I’m acting real sadiddy |
| (We built this city) 'Cause I collect mils in fifties |
| For real it’s pretty and y’all gon' feel the pity, Killa |
| Dipset bitch. |
| rock, rock |
| We built this city (on blood sweat and tears) |
| We built this city on rock (on rock) |
| We built this city (we gon' make it to the top) |
| We built this city on rock and roll (on rock) |
| We built this city (through blood sweat and tears) |
| We built this city on rock (on rock) |
| We built this city (blood sweat and tears) |
| We built this city on rock and roll |
| (Through the trials and tribulations |
| We gon' make it through the years, c’mon) |
| We built this city (on these blocks we hustle) |
| We built this city on rock (on rock) |
| We built this city (turn bricks to whips, huh) |
| We built this city on rock and roll (on rock) |
| We built this city (in the midst of the struggle) |
| We built this city on rock (on rock) |
| We built this city (from bottom to top) |
| We built this city on rock and roll |
| (Through the agony, pain, diplomatical reign, uhh) |