| Ghetto redhot, two bad dupp and a whop
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| Smoke pot, shadowbox while duppy watch
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| Body wash upon the rocks, drowned
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| Body rot in empty lot, never found
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| A bad penny stick around
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| Right where they was gunned down
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| This a gunman town, duppy abound
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| At night you hear the sound, bodies bound
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| Tape the grave the worms ate
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| Duppy whisper what a wake
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| They got nothing but time, they can wait
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| Sour grapes, quicklime burned his face
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| the sheiks, soda bakes, cocaine flakes
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| Smile Jamaica, Colgate, dubplate
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| Sevens clash weight upon the eight
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| Big man sit behind big gate
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| Broke glass top the wall, think I’m safe
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| Room packed with corpse like tombs drapes
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| dress torn from the rape
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| Like what you see? |
| You liked it that day
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| Dick stiff, balaclava taped
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| Hands reek from the piss, master reach for the whip
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| Preacher turn away sick, he said you would pay and you did
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| Ol' Massa Charlie, 'im have a bulldog
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| Inna 'im backyard, and when 'im get back
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| Chain haffa chain 'im, chain haffa chain 'im
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| Chain haffa chain 'im, chain haffa chain 'im |