Together we made it
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We made it even though we had our backs
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Up against the wall
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see a nigga survived the worst
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But my life is glorious (uh!)
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But I know that I leaped every hurdle
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And I'm so victorious (uh!)
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Take a look I'm a symbol of greatness
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Now you could call a nigga Morpheus (yeah)
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As force securin' the win, but they
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Believe I'm so notorious (yeah)
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You know that I've been 'bout my bread
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Even though we rappin' now (yes)
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We used to live on the strip even though
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A nigga higher level trappin' now (oh!)
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Superseded everyone of my little struggles and (uh!)
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So your head never ever been an option (trust)
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A nigga paper long like rush hour traffic
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And I'm about to take the hood shoppin' (get it!)
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(Chorus, Chester Bennington)
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Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
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We made it even though we had our backs
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Up against the wall (come on)
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Forever we waited (ah hah)
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And they told us we were never gonna
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Get it But we took it on the road
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(To the riches)
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on the road
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(To the ghetto)
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on the road
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(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
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on the road
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(Rise with me)
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on the road
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(Come and get it)
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on the road
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(Mike Shinoda)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
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When it all got started we were steadily
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Just getting rejected
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And it seemed like nothin' we could do
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would ever get us respected
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At best we were stressed at the worst
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They probably said we're pathetic
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Had all the pieces to that puzzle
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Just the way to connect it
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I was fighting through every rhyme
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Tightening up every line
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Never restin' the question if I
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Was out of my mind
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It finally came time to do it and let it die
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So we put the chips on the table and
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Told them to let it ride, sing it (yeah)
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(Chorus)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
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In case you misunderstand exactly what I'm buildin'
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This shit that I can leave for
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My children's (children's) children's (children)
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Now on the wake up I smile, to see how far I've come (yeah)
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Fighting for sales when I'm stripped
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To negate the hustle from (yeah)
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From nights in jail on a bench using my muscles son (yeah)
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To countin' money like Dre and Jimmy and Russel was (yeah nigga)
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But now I live when I dream, you see we finally did it (oh!)
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Let's make a toast to the hustle
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Regardless how you get it, sing it
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(Chorus)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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We Made It
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| Linkin Park |
