| Nah no mercy!
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| Well I and I a rising star, and if a guy know say him no waan reach far,
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| just tell him fi start di war
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| Nah no mercy!
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| War, and crime, and violence is what them preaching!
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| Never stop until gunshot reach him
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| Mi sing, mi sing
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| Cho!
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| War! |
| and all type a thing this guy preaching
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| Copper shot reach him, and him dead
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| There is nobody in this world to accept him
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| So mi haffi kill him, and that’s said
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| Gunshot a bark underneath boy skin!
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| So mi sing say!
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| I, wonder if one day that
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| Some idiot would say that, them want a war
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| Me have a 45 Haskell and all a gun big so 'til, it nah no name, and can’t hold
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| inna mi car
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| Gunshot a bark underneath boy skin!
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| Well mi sing!
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| Dem ask fi war, and now dem get it
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| Then dem all a bawl, say dem can’t defend it
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| 45 Haskell me pop out and end it
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| Bwoy a tell story like him name Louise Bennett
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| Gunshot a drop inna him heart and him gullet
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| Lick off him pants buckle, gone with him wallet
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| Lost all the one dollar coin inna him pocket
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| Bwoy a confront mi and mi gun with all ratchet
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| Watch it!
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| Hey! |
| Mi gun a bark like a racket
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| Big like a plane, mi gun large like the rocket
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| Get hook by your mouth, and dead like a mullet
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| War! |
| and all type a thing this guy preaching
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| Copper shot reach him, and him dead
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| There is nobody in this world to accept him
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| So mi haffi kill him, and that’s said
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| Gunshot a bark underneath boy skin
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| Well mi say!
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| Stand up inna di dance like mi name John Gotti
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| Inna mi trench coat, and have mi duppy mouth shotty
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| Start pickney’s, whole heap of bwoy waan fi clap it
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| Mi first a shoot down nation and city
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| Run and tell people say, «mi don’t got no pity»
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| Turn another page, mi shoot dem shadow and dem duppy
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| See me and them know me, try come diss me when them bore me
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| Never know a Riverton man grow me
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| Tease like a diesel, Rashy Bull dem show me
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| Natty Morgan, and all Copper has talk it
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| George Splash and all di get Anthony
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| Dem broadcast mi business, them talky-talky
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| And try fi diss me true me look laughy-laughy
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| Well, Black Rhino make you look barky-barky
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| War! |
| and all type a thing this bwoy preaching
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| Copper shot reach him, and him dead
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| There is nobody in this world to accept him
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| That’s why mi kill him, and less said
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| Gunshot a bark underneath boy skin
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| Well mi say!
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| Hey!
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| Up on mi corner where this boy come a patronize
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| Well Black Talon him get, him cripple, and him paralyzed
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| All him friend em over deh so just a realize
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| Say that we murder bwoy quick, before the sunrise
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| Like some Russian spies
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| Look how it camouflage, and loom how it disguise
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| Vatican, and mi gun start to scrutinize
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| Him and him friend dem surprise
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| Mi sing!
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| So!
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| War! |
| and all type a thing this guy preaching
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| Copper shot reach him, and him dead
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| There is nobody in this world to accept him
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| That’s why me kill him, and that’s said
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| Gunshot a bark underneath boy skin
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| Well from top!
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| Dem ask fi war, and now dem get it
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| Then dem all a bawl, say dem can’t defend it
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| 45 Haskell me pop off and end it
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| Bwoy a tell story like him name Louise Bennett
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| Gunshot a drop inna him heart and him gullet
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| Lick off him pants buckle, gone with him wallet
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| Lost all the one dollar coin inna him pocket
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| Man a confront mi and mi gun with all ratchet
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| Watch it!
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| Yes! |
| Mi gun a bark like a racket
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| Big like a plane, mi gun large like the rocket
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| Get hook by your mouth, and dead like a mullet
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| So
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| I, wonder if one day that
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| Some idiot would say that, them want war
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| Me have a 45 Haskell and all a gun big so 'til, it nah no name, can’t hold inna
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| mi car
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| Gunshot deh a bark underneath boy skin!
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| Junglist!
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| Stand up inna di ward like them name John Gotti
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| Inna… |