Get By (featvanya) Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

[Intro: Dizzee Rascal] 

To each n every kind, 

(London ghetto, Birmingham ghetto) 

Every ghetto frame of mind, 

(Manchester ghetto, Newton ghetto) 

To each n every kind, 

(Leeds ghetto, Liverpool ghetto) 

Every ghetto frame of mind, 

(UK ghetto, East London ghetto) 

To each of every kind, 

(North London ghetto, West London ghetto,) 

Wiv a ghetto frame of mind, 

(South London ghetto) 

To each n every kind, 

Its rasket, wiv a ghetto frame of mind, 

Look yo 

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[Verse One: Dizzee Rascal] 

We grew up in da ghetto, were summer times short 

Straight action, you don't stop for a thought 

Most use crime as da way to pay da bills 

Da unlucky ones end up gettin' caught 

We grew up in da ghetto, were the goin' gets rough 

Our money's been around, but it's neva been enough 

Most aint given no choice but to hustle 

Sum break down when da goin' gets tough 

Deep in da mind, there's all kinds of different people 

Minorities still struggle to be equal 

So many characters, for main tacks 

Da good, da bad, da ugly, n da evil 

Deep in da manna where da poverty's visible 

There's not a lot sweet, so most look miserable 

Most cave in to da devil, took da wrong path 

Sum kept their faith, n still pray for a miracle 

Sucker stars emerge from da curb 

Upper comin' MCs struggle to be heard 

Boy dem, dey searchin' for da next Chile bird 

F**k, talk, murda n dey live by dey word 

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Shotters keep da money goin' round 

Kids go astray, most neva get found 

I've noticed, there's a ghetto in every town 

N da skies are empty, b'cause da stars are on da ground 

[Chorus: Vanya] 

Sometimes I'm lost, look up at da sky 

Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by 

Sometimes I'm lost, askin' myself why 

Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by 

[Verse Two: Dizzee Rascal] 

We grew up in da ghetto, saw real life pain 

Real life struggle, wiv real life strain 

Real life kiddies, wiv real life guns 

N real life muvas loose, real life sons 

Gang wars irrupting on da dark floré Seasons, 

Beef after beef, jus to be da top geezers, 

Big arm slash, hit da Stratford bricks 

Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps 

What's dat all about, I ask my self b4 I swing 

More time, I'm beefin' ova any little fing 

Beef in any area, region of tha? 

My ghetto frame of mind, makes me? 

To mah bredrins locked up, to mah young baby muvas 

Each n every crew n colour, ghetto sistas n bruvas 

If u know u from da slums, keep reppin' no doubt 

Stay ghetto if u must, just remember to get out 

[Chorus: Vanya] 

Sometimes I'm lost, look up at da skies 

Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by 

Sometimes I'm lost, askin' myself why 

Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by 

Sometimes I'm lost, look up at da sky 

Sometimes I feel to cry, look up at the sky, bet by