| Mama she used to say, don’t live by your knife
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| Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
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| Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
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| Mama she don’t know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine
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| I’m livin in the age of di chronic, 40 ounce & blunts
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| the type of dis a women allah know ah stunts
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| now I got to wear Versace just to get a gal to watch me
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| an it ain’t no sunshine, how can I get mine?
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| Why I sell myself for modern day slavery
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| now I’m doin' LP’s for 5cent royalties
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| Mama can ya save ya son? |
| All these leeches over me
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| feel like gathering my duns, gettin all our guns
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| count it down 3, 2, 1, come down Mad Lion!
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| (mad lion)
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| yo yo roll a spliff… what, yeah!
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| Di night is young, We all got our guns
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| who’s down to go commit a robbery? |
| A robbery…
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| I gotcha block on lock soliciting private stocks of trees
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| direct in boat from di West Indies
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| Jamaica, experience it just break ya
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| smoke it inna ya blunts, Philly leaves are ya paper
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| I tell it, into my sensimilla place, my bodega
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| here I got all type of flavor
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| distribution major, no dealer can match me equal
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| niggaz buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people
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| Mama she used to say, don’t live by your knife
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| Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
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| Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
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| Mama she don’t know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine
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| When I was six I recieved my nines as a birthday gift
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| pray ya Lord if ya see my nines
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| it’s enough to make any grown man cry…
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| Now mama nevah tell me policeman would arrest me
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| even thought I without catch me an den try ti waan me?
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| dey give up? |
| swarm me, recruit me to di army guy tell me
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| I found out these things by my lonely. |
| Well, well
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| x amount of things lead to see ya get dead
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| livin on dem greed ya get shot, knot dem face
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| dem wanna lose dem life an weh say willed argument
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| dey body all up pulpit cement, well well.
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| ? |
| get sense in a fuckin situation
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| everybody know say I man nev' run from provocation
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| the way things are run now the yout up inna possession
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| fuck around an us? |
| inna point on, black Talon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gotta Get Mine , by - Born Jamericans. Song from the album Yardcore, in the genre Регги