We Run the Roads Remix

Now you can find me out in London Chilling in them dungeons

Just 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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