Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement

She don't want love She don't love no one but herself If you're looking for someone who can change your life All she really cares about is a lace-front weave And the boutiques from Chanel If you're looking for someone to change you life, change your life

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

Come on up for the rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising tonight Li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li Can't see nothin' in front of me Can't see nothin' coming up behind Make my way through this

Start buss a whine Buss a whine Step to the front a the line Major lazer, lazer Back up back up, dumpa truck Mek yuh rude suh, whine that up Every gyal a whine dung low When them bruk out suh I don't know When foot start cock up and bumpa a back up

I put one foot in front of the other one, oh oh oh I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die In front of the other one I'm standing in Brooklyn just waiting for something to happen I can’t help but love thinking that everyone

I wanna go one on one with you You a one of one Back to the front with you You, you my only one You my number one One on one, and I want you to want me too You, you a one of one Don't let 'em make you regret it

I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend, a drummer He resembles George Harrison of The Beatles But he wears his hair tied in a small bow

Sometimes life is altered Won't turn out right, can't turn out right Break from the ropes your hands are tied Uneasy with confrontation I know, I know Lived through you Safe with how we lived our lives With how it all turned out (But things are bound to

I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun) You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun) You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun) And when I see you I'ma take what I want So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun) You ain't real, hope ya