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When they kick out your front door |
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How you gonna come? |
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With your hands on your head |
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Or on the trigger of your gun |
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When the law break in |
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How you gonna go? |
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Shot down on the pavement |
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Or waiting in death row |
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You can crush us |
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You can bruise us |
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But you'll have to answer to |
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Oh, Guns of |
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Brixton The money feels good |
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And your life you like it well |
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But surely your time will come |
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As in heaven, as in hell |
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You see, he feels like |
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Ivan Born under the |
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Brixton sun |
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His game is called survivin' |
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At the end of the harder they come |
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You know it means no mercy |
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They caught him with a gun |
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No need for the |
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Black Maria |
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Goodbye to the |
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Brixton sun |
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You can crush us |
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You can bruise us |
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But you'll have to answer to |
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Oh-the guns of |
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Brixton When they kick out your front door |
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How you gonna come? |
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With your hands on your head |
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Or on the trigger of your gun |
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You can crush us |
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You can bruise us |
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And even shoot us |
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But oh- the guns of |
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Brixton Shot down on the pavement |
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Waiting in death row |
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His game was survivin' |
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As in heaven as in hell |
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You can crush us |
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You can bruise us |
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But you'll have to answer to |
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Oh, the guns of |
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Brixton Oh, the guns of |
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Brixton Oh, the guns of |
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Brixton Oh, the guns of |
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Brixton Oh, the guns of |
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Brixton |
