| Tell mi when niggas will stop sending other niggas to the pen
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| Bitches will stop hating other bitches for their men
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| People player hating other people will it end
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| Listen to the blend, tell them come again
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| Fake ass niggas they can never be my friends
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| Back stabbing fools I think it’s time you comprehend
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| We making crazy money so stop watching what we spend
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| We multiply by ten, selassie fly the gate
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| I trample all my enemies 'cause man a hold the faith
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| Mi naw go call no name mi friend, but nuff a dem nuh straight
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| We busy making money nuff a dem a player hate
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| Dem fassy deh a bait, well Beenie Man yuh great
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| Survival of the fittest and the vibe I generate
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| And people give me money for the style that I create
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| Even to this date, nuff a dem nuh rate
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| The works that I perform and all the good I instigate
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| So yuh want to run the place? |
| Well yuh better wait
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| 'Cause nuff a unno want fi box the food outta mi plate
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| You old pirate
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| Haters and fools, treating me cruel
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| Putting me down, don’t want them around
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| Sons acting crazy, for money and cars
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| Fools wanna see, me go behind bars
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| They want to see me die, they wanna see me die no doubt
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| Beenie Man shining and they all wanna get me out
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| Know that they don’t like me from the day I came about
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| Fassys are behind my back running up their
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| We be rolling twenty deep and niggas got clout
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| Big up my colleagues who making money down south
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| Sailing the Caribbean in million dollar boats
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| In winter we’ll be wearing fur coats
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| Unfortunately, me and the fassy them at war
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| Judging from my jewellery you can tell I am a star
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| No ordinary fool can’t push a fifty-G car
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| Nuff a dem a suffer and we all know who they are
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| Lot a them don’t like us cause their money fits in jars
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| We making fat bank account and living like Tzars
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| Snitches are working for me to be behind bars
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| This time they went a little too far |