Dizzee Rascal - Make It Last lyrics

[Verse 1] You ain’t from the ends, boy, don’t get me vexxed Represent the east side everytime I flex What you know ‘bout EQ, Stratford Rex? Murder Mile, Palace P, murder on them steps Deja 92, murderin’ them sets Can’t forget Mak 10 murderin’ them decks He'd just drop the ting we didn’t even know what’s next I was with Reggie, never even heard of Ghetts What you know about them real south London vets? Imperial Gardens I was way out of my depth Brickie on the right, Pecknam on the left All I see is shooters it’s about to be a mess All I see is shooters I don’t know about the rest Can’t forget them ghetto boys servin’ up that stress Bunch of blue borough boys turnin up [?] Turnin’ up with heads Someone’s gonna turn up dead, yeah I was on the grind north, east, south and west I was in the dance with no vest on my chest Bredders lickin’ shots just to vent and express Bredders lickin’ shots just to let me know I’m blessed [Chorus] But that’s all in the past So just settle off your arse Reminisce and raise your gla** Nowadays I have a blast And I’m in a different cla** I’m just tryna make it last But that’s all in the past So just settle off your arse Reminisce and raise your gla** Nowadays I have a blast And I’m in a different cla** I’m just tryna make it last [Verse 2] No regrets Before I got a cheque I was workin’ up a sweat I was on that north side, you better come correct T town, Heat FM live and direct I was from the east they coulda been comin’ at my neck For the ends I rep, Instead I got respect Coulda just been wet, didn’t know what to expect Weren’t no speculation if they had the tings on deck Thinkin’ what the heck Might as well take heed Take time and breathe I ain’t tryna bleed Love is all we need Seems like they agreed But you know know about peak unless you went Rumble Stampede Real peak indeed And if you’re lookin’ beef then I suggest you take the lead And roll up your sleeves Or get [?] I’ve seen the hardest, coldest bredders beg, holler and plead Like you won’t believe And north west is greaze Hotter than Belize I went to Tudor Rose thinkin’ it would be a breeze But all I saw was G’s Bredders on their knees Screaming "Why d’you take my boy away? God help him, please" [Chorus] But that’s all in the past So just settle off your arse Reminisce and raise your gla** Nowadays I have a blast And I’m in a different cla** I’m just tryna make it last But that’s all in the past So just settle off your arse Reminisce and raise your gla** Nowadays I have a blast And I’m in a different cla** I’m just tryna make it last