Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Built This City, artist - The Diplomats. Album song Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.03.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
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) |