| And right yah now mi seh wi still lock di the streets
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| Wi thing still grease
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| Wi friend dem still a lock the thing out a east
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| Mi still no like the mark a di beast
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| Mi still no like pork, nor fish, nor beefs
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| Mi still link di girls, but mi still naw go feast
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| Mi still no like informer, rapist nor theft
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| Mi still rate the gangsters who past rest in peace
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| Mi still no like no strange face man
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| Ao good lippo
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| Caw dem know we naw join certain crew
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| Me naw bun dem like a ciga
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| Ret si dem a fret and the things dem no even buss yet
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| Dem fi know we naw follow back a, we a leader
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| Wi no charge fi mistimina
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| Ask di media, dem style yah kick dem like a fifa
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| Please call me no bwoy cyaa send I that
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| Cause a nough a dem out deh a work fi crime stop
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| If yuh si the ghetto youths a hunt food no try stop
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| Squeeze wid these city weh die to life stop
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| Kaine kill Able dem youth yah not changing
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| So wi naw go si Judas and tame him
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| Johnny deh a jail true him next brother frame him
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| Work house dem have him a slave him
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| Hey this bigger than a monster
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| Spread over the whole place like a cancer
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| Not tek no chat, no tek back answer
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| Hey Tommy get hill a try figure da song yah
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| Alright, no rats cyaa run inn paw my cheese
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| Dem cyaa track mi down wid them devices
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| Mi stay higher than di high trees
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| And when mi step dem cyaa cut my speed |