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