| Yeah!
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| All bad boy weh dem want a gun inna holsters
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| Yeah, take this from original wicked man, Beenie Man
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| And tell the world say
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| Have mercy
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| You a hear me now?
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| You have some little boy a gwaan like dem a murderer
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| And when dem walk and stop kill mosquito
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| Original Beenie Man 'pon version no stop walk
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| And murder all woman, and all woman insect, and all human
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| Mad Cocaine a champion, a wha' me tell dem say?
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| Well, if a boy waan test I, tell him fi try
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| Nothing beat a trial but a failure, me boy
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| If you diss the program and make me fans cry
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| Anyweh the wing fi come from, grow wing and fly
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| Unno waan people dead-o, unno say the word
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| Mumma, puppa, little marrow fly like bird
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| Somebody goin' dead, so mark me word
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| Diss Beenie Man, you know wha' God unno deh serve
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| See me with me gun, no think me goin' romp
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| Pop out me barrel and boy get cramp
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| Blood all a run like Hermitage damp
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| 'Mount of blood you bleed could a full all a tank
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| Pop off me belt, DJ get spanked
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| I maybe mad, but I’m not ignorant
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| Put on me frock and dash 'way all pants
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| When me disguise, we shoot up all an ants
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| Pop off a stripe and put him inna low rank
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| Unno waan people dead-o, unno say the word
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| Mumma, puppa, little marrow fly like bird
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| Somebody goin' dead, so mark me word
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| Diss Beenie Man, you know wha' God unno deh serve
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| Decision, this is the assassination
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| Decision, tell me if me right or wrong
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| Decision, boy, you shouldn’t test this veteran
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| Decision, you better have a funeral plan
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| See me with the mic and you take say you’re safe
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| Moments after, hitch up inna glass case
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| Hide all your body and a expose your face
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| True you never see me with me Glock 'pon me waist
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| Unno waan people dead-o, unno say the word
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| Mumma, puppa, little marrow fly like bird
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| Somebody goin' dead, so mark me word
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| Diss Beenie Man, you know wha' God unno deh serve
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| Could a Clint Eastwood or Steven Seagal
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| Indian, cow, or some wild animal
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| From me friend, Mad Cocaine, pick up the signal
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| Start the nine night, a someone funeral
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| Black Wizard dress up and powder the dead
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| Doctor Cuban put two inna him head
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| Silver, diamond, put you dead inna the hole
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| See man so simple, never know man so cold
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| Well, if a boy waan test I, tell him fi try
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| Nothing beat a trial like a failure, me boy
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| If you diss the program and make me fans cry
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| Anyweh the wing fi come from, grow dem and fly
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| Unno waan people dead-o, unno say the word
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| Mumma, puppa, little marrow fly like bird
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| Somebody goin' dead, so voice be heard
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| Diss Beenie Man, you know wha' God unno deh serve
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| See me with me gun, no think me goin' romp
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| Pop out me barrel and boy get cramp
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| Blood all a run like Hermitage damp
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| 'Mount of blood you bleed could a full all a tank
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| Pop off me belt, and boy get spanked
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| I maybe mad, but I’m not ignorant
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| Put on me frock and dash 'way all pants
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| When me disguise, me shoot up all an ants
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| Buss off a stripe and put him inna low rank
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| Unno waan people dead-o, unno say the word
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| Mumma, puppa, little marrow fly like bird
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| Somebody goin' dead, so mark me word
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| Diss Beenie Man, you know wha' God unno deh serve
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| Decision, this is the assassination
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| Decision, tell me if me right or wrong
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| Decision, boy, you shouldn’t diss this veteran
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| Decision, you better have a funeral plan
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| See me with the mic and you take say you’re safe
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| Moments after, hitch up inna glass case
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| Hide all your body and a expose your face
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| True you never see me with me Glock 'pon me waist
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| Unno waan people dead-o, unno say the word
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| Mumma, puppa, little marrow fly like bird
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| Somebody goin' dead, so voice be heard
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| Diss Beenie Man, you know wha' God unno deh serve
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| Could a Clint Eastwood or Steven Seagal
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| Indian, cow, or some wild animal… |