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Ready up inna steavle |
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Tek dem to a next level uh evil |
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[hahahaha...] |
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[Ayyyyy.............] |
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Dead dem dead |
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Its gonna be... |
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Slow singing, flowers bringing |
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Marrow, fly like pigeon in de evening |
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[mama crying] |
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Ball mama ball woi... |
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Mama, hey mama buy a reef for your son |
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Cuz he fuck around, now he gon die by my gun |
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I know you, know you gonna cry when you come |
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When ya, see him body lying on de ground |
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Gunshot fly true face |
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Tear him skin like curt'n |
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See your mama cryin cuz you leave her in a burden |
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Boy life erase, tomorrow him nah certain |
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Inform pon mi gun and mek ya dead before de iron Curtin |
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Dem say war, mi step in and tek it ova |
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Boy face mash up funeral day dem have fi mek it over |
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Yes basically, it's like dem make it pon mi shoulder |
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And mi bus it like a square off an informer shoulder |
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Dem boy deh nah bad |
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Dem have a bag uh dream |
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[ball mama ball....................] |
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Police full de scheme de thugs dem empty de magazine |
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[ayyyyy...........] |
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Now de endin of de bag uh thin |
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I tell man bout stop gunshot fly true de boi gabadin |
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You wanna, die fast or die slow? |
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My 4.4 mek ya didn't breed ya gyal |
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So ya kids didn't meant to grow |
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You know, we're heartless killers |
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Gunshot mash-up to ya toe |
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De gully side, that's how we roll |
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They said I'm evil, David Constantine |
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And dem cyarman is my war |
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No sanity in these constant time |
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Gunshot fly true dem dutty mind |
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Dem diss time |
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Alright Cubans, rise up de dutty nine |
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[hahahahaha...] |
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[ayyyyy........] |
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Dead dem dead |
