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In ah mi-in ah mi hand one ) x3 |
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(Verse one) |
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In ah mi-in ah mi hand one |
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This one dedicated to all badman |
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Whether ya from Manchester or London |
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Whether ya from north London or Brixton |
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Put up unu (your) hand |
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Fe in ah mi hand two |
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Si flow an ah killa man ah roll through |
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So my brothers of the roll deep crew |
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You don't wanna brush wi or step on wi shoe |
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You know say I true |
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In ah mi hand three |
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Put in the ganja and take out the seed |
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Fe all ah mi intelligent people |
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Pon de road side we ah smoke weed |
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Yes indeed, thats what we need, |
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Four, one time we talk and nah talk nuh more |
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Sight dem boy and wi kick off dem door |
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Kick of dem door and wi run up wid the .44 |
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You don't wana see the .44 |
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Five, bust my gun and dem nah stay alive, |
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Tek 'way ya son I might tek 'way your wife, |
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And you dun know say mi ah go still ah go stab with knife, |
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Tell dem about fi ina mi 'and six, |
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Dem walk with knife and we walk with sticks, |
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Killa man mi ah go done some pricks, |
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Done some pricks with a M one six, |
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Tell dem about fi ina mi 'and seven, |
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How much gun wi bust for the weed seven |
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Man don't waan get one outta the seven, |
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Cos ya only gonna get eleven |
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Tell dem about fi ina mi 'and eight |
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Bust my gunshot bwoy at the gate, |
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Wi no really care if it's early or late, |
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Badman man real we nah fake, straight, |
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In ah mi-in ah mi hand nine, |
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Tec 'way the nine, ( SW9 (Brixton))'or' has to be a 9), tec nine and a tec nine |
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Boy dem can't dis mi it's fine, |
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If a boy **** with mine, |
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Then I get the ten, mac ten, fi in ah mi hand mi hand ten, tell dem already |
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Nah tell dem again |
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No problem |
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(chorus) |
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Mmmm, < too sick :) |
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Skeng, skeng, skeng |
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Me and killa man bust off the big skeng |
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Skeng, skeng, skeng |
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Me and killa man reload the big skeng |
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Car, car, car, |
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Skeng pon road, no skeng in car |
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Car, car, car |
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Me and killa man love roll in a car, |
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Road, road, road, |
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Gun in ah hand mi nah walk with sword, |
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Sword, sword, sword, |
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Shot you inna face like dart in a board, |
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Real, real, real |
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Bullet fly through bumbohole windscreen |
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Screen, screen, screen |
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Who can't hear dem mumma ago feel |
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(verse 2) |
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Pusssyole dem no know meeeeeee ee ee < too sick again :) |
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See mi pon di roadside rolliiiiiiing ng ng |
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Like say ya philly(blunt) cyant roll iiiiin n n |
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We have da machine ready fe dem, |
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Ready fe dem, |
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No make mi haffi stroll iiiiin n n |
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When the big dogs roll iiiiiin n n , |
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You don't want see when gunshot start |
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People be like when dog ah eat tripe mm mm |
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Come wi just duppy de whole lot ah dem, |
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Tell you de truth seh mi nah care bout dem, |
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Cah weh wi duppy de duppy de duppy |
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De duppy de duppy dem |
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Me ah go send back duppy fe dem |
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Man a bad a man from a long time, |
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I swear down you can ask all the people dem, |
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Look in ah mi face brother man you don't wanna see man when me get evil then, |
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Then, then, then, |
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You don't wanna see me get evil, |
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Evil, evil, evil, |
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Worse, worse, worse, |
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Shot ya inna face make you send for the nurse, |
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Worse, worse, worse, |
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Shot ya inna face make you send for the nurse, |
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Nurse, nurse, nurse, |
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Doctor can't fix ya send for the hearse, |
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Hearse, hearse, hearse, |
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Doctor can't fix you send fe de hearse, |
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Black, black, black, |
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Funeral start everybody in a black, |
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Black, black, black, |
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Poppa in a suit and mumma in a frock, |
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Lines 1-9 of verse 2 repeated. |
