| Wi have 30 inna the clip
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| 30 inna the clip
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| 30 inna the clip
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| Inna the clip, clip, clip
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| 30 inna the clip
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| 30 inna the clip
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| Puy you no si fiber glass paw mi hip
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| Wi have 30 inna the clip
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| 30, 30 ina the clip
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| 30 inna the clip
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| Inna the clip, inna the clip
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| 30 inna the clip
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| 30, 30 inna the clip
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| Puy you no si fiber glass
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| Dawg if yo easy fi panic
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| Make sure no walk wid it
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| And hear ambulance round the road an get giddy
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| Turn idiot and dash weh the wesson an smiddy
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| But anywhere wi buck him up things naw go pretty
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| Yo think am only bad
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| Ask the lunch lady Sibby
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| From Calabar days mi no fear dibby, dibby
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| Jamaica never know but a me rob Gribby
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| And we Model mama dready house out a bibby
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| Mi meck mi first duppy when mi out, out, Timmy
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| Mi no hide my brand new machine under chimmy
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| A lawless print paw mi shirt when yo si mi
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| Buss any mount a shot caw mi gun dem a fimi
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| A pare pretty gyal mi waan fi sit down paw mi Jimmy
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| Love tight puy so mi still a f Kimmy
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| Mi no hold down and take a true mood meck shi gimmi
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| Lawless mi seh that mean a tough thing yo zimi
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| Dawg if badness a no fi yo den stay far from it
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| Caw nuff a dem no know how fi fire rifle so dem jam it
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| Dem man deh chat tough and dem si blood and cyaa stand it
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| Him meck a one duppy and fi weeks the bwoy a vomit
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| Dem hear seh move a meck and think dem bad an come pon it
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| And si police a road an start run when man a slam it
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| The fer turn fool
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| Him have machine and cyaa manage
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| Him dead because the fool go take a fence before him scan it
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| A we the girls a chear fa
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| Dem love wi caw wi ram it
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| But mine who you a swear fa cause nuff a dem a nam it
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| Mi ex have a new man but guess who still a one it
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| Mi f without mercy
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| When mi done shi haffi panic
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| A road mi meck deh tune yah fa caw radio a go ban it
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| And ghetto should be represented tell dem Cham is on it
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| Mi friends waan Benz but a 10 mill fi land it
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| So when things go down yo no haffi ask a who plan it |