Get By Lyrics
| Song | Get By |
| Artist | Dizzee Rascal |
| Album | Showtime |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| To each and every kind, (London ghetto, Birmingham ghetto) | |
| Every ghetto frame of mind, (Manchester ghetto, Newton ghetto) | |
| To each and 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,) | |
| We've a ghetto frame of mind, (South London ghetto) | |
| To each and every kind, | |
| It's rasket, we've a ghetto frame of mind, | |
| Look you [Verse One: Dizzee Rascal] | |
| We grew up in the ghetto, we're summer times short | |
| Straight action, you don抰 stop for a thought | |
| Most use crime as the way to pay the bills | |
| The unlucky ones end up gettincaught | |
| We grew up in the ghetto, we're the goingets rough | |
| Our money抯 been around, but it抯 never been enough | |
| Most ain't given no choice but to hustle | |
| Sum break down when the goingets tough | |
| Deep in the mind, there抯 all kinds of different people | |
| Minorities still struggle to be equal | |
| So many characters, for main tacks | |
| The good, the bad, the ugly, and the evil | |
| Deep in the manner where the poverty抯 visible | |
| There抯 not a lot sweet, so most look miserable | |
| Most cave in to the devil, took the wrong path | |
| Some kept their faith and still pray for a miracle | |
| Sucker stars emerge from the curb | |
| Upper comin | |
| MCs struggle to be heard | |
| Boy them, they searchinfor the next | |
| Chile bird | |
| ****, talk, murder and they live by they word | |
| Shotters keep the money goinround | |
| Kids go astray, most never get found | |
| I抳e noticed, there抯 a ghetto in every town and the skies are empty because the stars are on the ground [Chorus: Vanya] | |
| Sometimes | |
| I抦 lost, look up at the sky | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, but somehow | |
| I still get by | |
| Sometimes | |
| I抦 lost, askinmyself why | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, but somehow | |
| I still get by [Verse Two: Dizzee Rascal] | |
| We grew up in the ghetto, saw real life pain | |
| Real life struggle, we've real life strain | |
| Real life kiddies, we've real life guns and real life muvas loose, real life sons | |
| Gang wars irrupting on the dark flor | |
| Seasons, Beef after beef, just to be the top geezers, | |
| Big arm slash, hit the | |
| Stratford bricks | |
| Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps | |
| What抯 that all about, | |
| I ask my self before | |
| I swing More time, | |
| I抦 beefinover any little fing | |
| Beef in any area, region of the vicinity | |
| My ghetto frame of mind, makes me prone to hostility | |
| To my bredrins locked up, to my young baby muvas | |
| Each and every crew and colour, ghetto sisters and brothers | |
| If you know you from the slums, keep reppinno doubt | |
| Stay ghetto if you must, just remember to get out [Chorus: Vanya] | |
| Sometimes | |
| I抦 lost, look up at the skies | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, but somehow | |
| I still get by | |
| Sometimes | |
| I抦 lost, askinmyself why | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, but somehow | |
| I still get by | |
| Sometimes | |
| I抦 lost, look up at the sky | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, look up at the sky, get by |
| To each and every kind, London ghetto, Birmingham ghetto | |
| Every ghetto frame of mind, Manchester ghetto, Newton ghetto | |
| To each and 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, | |
| We' ve a ghetto frame of mind, South London ghetto | |
| To each and every kind, | |
| It' s rasket, we' ve a ghetto frame of mind, | |
| Look you Verse One: Dizzee Rascal | |
| We grew up in the ghetto, we' re summer times short | |
| Straight action, you don yang stop for a thought | |
| Most use crime as the way to pay the bills | |
| The unlucky ones end up gettin caught | |
| We grew up in the ghetto, we' re the goin gets rough | |
| Our money zha been around, but it zha never been enough | |
| Most ain' t given no choice but to hustle | |
| Sum break down when the goin gets tough | |
| Deep in the mind, there zha all kinds of different people | |
| Minorities still struggle to be equal | |
| So many characters, for main tacks | |
| The good, the bad, the ugly, and the evil | |
| Deep in the manner where the poverty zha visible | |
| There zha not a lot sweet, so most look miserable | |
| Most cave in to the devil, took the wrong path | |
| Some kept their faith and still pray for a miracle | |
| Sucker stars emerge from the curb | |
| Upper comin | |
| MCs struggle to be heard | |
| Boy them, they searchin for the next | |
| Chile bird | |
| , talk, murder and they live by they word | |
| Shotters keep the money goin round | |
| Kids go astray, most never get found | |
| I ni e noticed, there zha a ghetto in every town and the skies are empty because the stars are on the ground Chorus: Vanya | |
| Sometimes | |
| I bing lost, look up at the sky | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, but somehow | |
| I still get by | |
| Sometimes | |
| I bing lost, askin myself why | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, but somehow | |
| I still get by Verse Two: Dizzee Rascal | |
| We grew up in the ghetto, saw real life pain | |
| Real life struggle, we' ve real life strain | |
| Real life kiddies, we' ve real life guns and real life muvas loose, real life sons | |
| Gang wars irrupting on the dark flor | |
| Seasons, Beef after beef, just to be the top geezers, | |
| Big arm slash, hit the | |
| Stratford bricks | |
| Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps | |
| What zha that all about, | |
| I ask my self before | |
| I swing More time, | |
| I bing beefin over any little fing | |
| Beef in any area, region of the vicinity | |
| My ghetto frame of mind, makes me prone to hostility | |
| To my bredrins locked up, to my young baby muvas | |
| Each and every crew and colour, ghetto sisters and brothers | |
| If you know you from the slums, keep reppin no doubt | |
| Stay ghetto if you must, just remember to get out Chorus: Vanya | |
| Sometimes | |
| I bing lost, look up at the skies | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, but somehow | |
| I still get by | |
| Sometimes | |
| I bing lost, askin myself why | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, but somehow | |
| I still get by | |
| Sometimes | |
| I bing lost, look up at the sky | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, look up at the sky, get by |
| To each and every kind, London ghetto, Birmingham ghetto | |
| Every ghetto frame of mind, Manchester ghetto, Newton ghetto | |
| To each and 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, | |
| We' ve a ghetto frame of mind, South London ghetto | |
| To each and every kind, | |
| It' s rasket, we' ve a ghetto frame of mind, | |
| Look you Verse One: Dizzee Rascal | |
| We grew up in the ghetto, we' re summer times short | |
| Straight action, you don yāng stop for a thought | |
| Most use crime as the way to pay the bills | |
| The unlucky ones end up gettin caught | |
| We grew up in the ghetto, we' re the goin gets rough | |
| Our money zhā been around, but it zhā never been enough | |
| Most ain' t given no choice but to hustle | |
| Sum break down when the goin gets tough | |
| Deep in the mind, there zhā all kinds of different people | |
| Minorities still struggle to be equal | |
| So many characters, for main tacks | |
| The good, the bad, the ugly, and the evil | |
| Deep in the manner where the poverty zhā visible | |
| There zhā not a lot sweet, so most look miserable | |
| Most cave in to the devil, took the wrong path | |
| Some kept their faith and still pray for a miracle | |
| Sucker stars emerge from the curb | |
| Upper comin | |
| MCs struggle to be heard | |
| Boy them, they searchin for the next | |
| Chile bird | |
| , talk, murder and they live by they word | |
| Shotters keep the money goin round | |
| Kids go astray, most never get found | |
| I nǐ e noticed, there zhā a ghetto in every town and the skies are empty because the stars are on the ground Chorus: Vanya | |
| Sometimes | |
| I bǐng lost, look up at the sky | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, but somehow | |
| I still get by | |
| Sometimes | |
| I bǐng lost, askin myself why | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, but somehow | |
| I still get by Verse Two: Dizzee Rascal | |
| We grew up in the ghetto, saw real life pain | |
| Real life struggle, we' ve real life strain | |
| Real life kiddies, we' ve real life guns and real life muvas loose, real life sons | |
| Gang wars irrupting on the dark flor | |
| Seasons, Beef after beef, just to be the top geezers, | |
| Big arm slash, hit the | |
| Stratford bricks | |
| Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps | |
| What zhā that all about, | |
| I ask my self before | |
| I swing More time, | |
| I bǐng beefin over any little fing | |
| Beef in any area, region of the vicinity | |
| My ghetto frame of mind, makes me prone to hostility | |
| To my bredrins locked up, to my young baby muvas | |
| Each and every crew and colour, ghetto sisters and brothers | |
| If you know you from the slums, keep reppin no doubt | |
| Stay ghetto if you must, just remember to get out Chorus: Vanya | |
| Sometimes | |
| I bǐng lost, look up at the skies | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, but somehow | |
| I still get by | |
| Sometimes | |
| I bǐng lost, askin myself why | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, but somehow | |
| I still get by | |
| Sometimes | |
| I bǐng lost, look up at the sky | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel to cry, look up at the sky, get by |
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