| You ain’t from the ends, boy, don’t get me vexxed
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| Represent the east side everytime I flex
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| What you know ‘bout EQ, Stratford Rex?
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| Murder Mile, Palace P, murder on them steps
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| Deja 92, murderin' them sets
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| Can’t forget Mak 10 murderin' them decks
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| He’d just drop the ting we didn’t even know what’s next
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| I was with Reggie,
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| never even heard of Ghetts
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| What you know about them real south London vets?
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| Imperial Gardens I was way out of my depth
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| Brickie on the right, Pecknam on the left
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| All I see is shooters it’s about to be a mess
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| All I see is shooters I don’t know about the rest
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| Can’t forget them ghetto boys servin' up that stress
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| Bunch of blue borough boys turnin up La’Fez
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| Turnin' up with heads
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| Someone’s gonna turn up dead, yeah
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| I was on the grind north, east, south and west
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| I was in the dance with no vest on my chest
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| Bredders lickin' shots just to vent and express
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| Bredders lickin' shots just to let me know I’m blessed
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| But that’s all in the past
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| So just settle off your arse
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| Reminisce and raise your glass
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| Nowadays I have a blast
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| And I’m in a different class
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| I’m just tryna make it last
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| But that’s all in the past
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| So just settle off your arse
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| Reminisce and raise your glass
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| Nowadays I have a blast
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| And I’m in a different class
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| I’m just tryna make it last
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| No regrets
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| Before I got a cheque I was workin' up a sweat
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| I was on that north side, you better come correct
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| T town, Heat FM live and direct
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| I was from the east they coulda been comin' at my neck
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| For the ends I rep, Instead I got respect
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| Coulda just been wet, didn’t know what to expect
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| Weren’t no speculation if they had the tings on deck
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| Thinkin' what the heck
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| Might as well take heed
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| Take time and breathe
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| I ain’t tryna bleed
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| Love is all we need
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| Seems like they agreed
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| But you know know about peak unless you went Rumble Stampede
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| Real peak indeed
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| And if you’re lookin' beef then I suggest you take the lead
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| And roll up your sleeves
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| Or get jooked with speed
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| I’ve seen the hardest, coldest bredders beg, holler and plead
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| Like you won’t believe
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| And North West is greaze
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| Hotter than Belize
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| I went to
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| Tudor Rose
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| thinkin' it would be a breeze
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| But all I saw was G’s
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| Bredders on their knees
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| Screaming «Why d’you take my boy away?
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| God help him, please!»
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| But that’s all in the past
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| So just settle off your arse
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| Reminisce and raise your glass
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| Nowadays I have a blast
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| And I’m in a different class
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| I’m just tryna make it last
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| But that’s all in the past
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| So just settle off your arse
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| Reminisce and raise your glass
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| Nowadays I have a blast
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| And I’m in a different class
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| I’m just tryna make it last |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make It Last , by - Dizzee Rascal. Song from the album Raskit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп