Get by 创作者：
Dizzee Rascal

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调：C major

Intro 1

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we grew up in the ghetto where
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summertimes short
straight action,
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you don't stop for a fool
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most use crime as a way to pay the bills
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the un- lucky ones end
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up gettin caught
we grew up in the ghetto where
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the growing gets rough
moneys been around but its
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never been enough
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most ain't givin no choice
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but to  hussle
some break down when the
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going gets tough
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deep in the manners all kinds
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of different people
mines over east still
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struggle to be equal
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so many characters, 4 main types
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the good, the bad, the ugly,
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and the evil
deep in the manner where
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the povertys visible
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there's not a lot sweet so most
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look misarable
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most cave in to the devil,
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took the wrong puff
son kick the face but still
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pray for a miracle
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soccastars emerge from the curb
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up n coming mcs struggle
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to  be heard
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boy.... the next jailbird ??
*censored*s talk murder and they
live by there word
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shotters keep the money going round
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kids goin stray most never get found
iv noticed there a ghetto in every town
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the skies are empty because the stars are on the ground
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(chorus)
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we grew up in the ghetto
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saw real life pain
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real life struggle with real life strain
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real life kiddies with real life guns
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and real life mothers lose real life son s
gang wars are ruftin on the darf
flur on the seeser ??
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beef after beef just to be  the top geezer
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big arms gas, the stratford recs
ghetto high murders gotta
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maintain reps
what's it all about i ask my
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self before i swing
more time I'm beefin over
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any little thing
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beefin any area,region or vincity
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my ghetto frame of mind makes
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me prone to hostility
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to  my bredrons locked up,
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to my young baby mothers
each and every creed and colour,
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ghetto sisters and brothers
if you know your from the slums
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keep reppin no doubt
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stay ghetto if you must just remember to get out

Outro 1
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