God save the roadmen, goons, and thugs And the youths beggin' boots Get their racks from drugs Oh, and angels holdin' stocks for your blud 'Cause London City isn't built on God No, no, no, me lost and dead Choppers with the coppers Man, we show no love No, no, no, all love can give us Na na na, na na na, na na na
When I bounce through Salute for the king Raise an arsenal 'Cause we strip everything Every crown and key Every bloodclut ting Every crown and key Every bloodclut ting
When I bounce through Salute for the king Raise an arsenal 'Cause we strip everything Every crown and key Every bloodclut ting Every crown and key Every bloodclut ting
It's coke money, joke money, black's another trap All these motherfuckers just smite all your men Oh, you talk so, oh, you talk too much There's more to your vision, made a prison of them niggas Understand, man, I'm swingin' with the killers Fuck [?] and magazine fillers Guerilla warfare, you can ask Mr. Skinner Been southside, swimmin' with the drillers Iceberg and paddlin' [?] I'm in this for the immigrants, I'm runnin' up the [?] I'm in this for the [?] putting bleach in your liver
Animal bodies in your street Your mother's tears in the hard concrete Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine Animal bodies in your street Your mother's tears in the hard concrete Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine Animal bodies in the street Your mother's tears in the hard concrete Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
[?] with that sickle [?] Fickle but [?] digs, bitch, I'm in it for the dope Greed put her thirst on the wannabes [?] murky [?] No, no, no, not my level, not my lane, not closer No, no, no, throwin' shade at the shadows in the gold I'm a south London man, don't you know? Nothing like [?] when the bodies hit the floor
Animal bodies in your street Your mother's tears in the hard concrete Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine Animal bodies in your street Your mother's tears in the hard concrete Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine Animal bodies in the street Your mother's tears in the hard concrete Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
So, we shout it to the ground They been fuckin' up the place for the dollars and pound And ill gotten gains, we suffer and drown But wait for love if you're down 'Cause we're in the streets where the banners dem found Every ghetto youth must take back him crown Just ride if you're down, this fight is right nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
