| Well den a nuff ghetto youths
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| Dat got no place to go Live night and day roaming
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| In the ghetto
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| Most ghetto youths
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| Aint' got a place of their own
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| Give dem some place
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| So they can call there home
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| And then most politician
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| Telling poor people lies
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| And can’t give no answer
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| When di poor people cry
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| We get ignorant
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| We bingy drum dem go rise
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| Gimme some space
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| So I can burn those guys
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| Well most politicians
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| Fighting gainst Rasta troops
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| And making mistake
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| And a tell poor people oops
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| See dem a see dem a flex
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| Like some dapa’s and doops
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| Gimme some space
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| To burn di nincompoops
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| Why should ghetto youths
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| dem have to war over cheese
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| wid these big machines
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| That you bring from over seas
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| It burn up dem skin
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| Like some unwanted disease
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| Gimme some space
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| So I can burn dem please
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| Big fire stick
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| weh all a mek certain sound
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| pure gun shot
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| me a here a ring thru the town
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| everybody wanna be the modern day Al Capone
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| gimme some space
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| so I can burn dem down
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| di youths dem a jump
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| to every word that you said
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| when gun shot a bust
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| fi you pickny nuh dead
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| dem vex true we hail
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| King Selassie instead
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| gimme some space
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| and mek I burn dem red
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| nuff gyal a say dem
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| want fi come a stage show
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| and spar wid di stars
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| so dem can jam a front row
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| well nuff gyal a love man
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| just fi di doe
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| gimme some space
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| and mek I burn those hoes
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| CHORUS 2x (Dadigon)
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| Politician used and refused
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| But we won’t take no more
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| Never let you take advantage of the poor
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| While di youths dem in the core
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| Crying out for more
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| You hide yourself behind your close door
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| Close door
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| VERSE
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| weh the thugs dem
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| Are ready fi di conquering
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| Lion of Judah
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| Is now wondering
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| How some punks
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| Stand up one side pondering
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| How di youths
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| Find roof to live under in And shine like a diamond twinkling
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| when they see me And di gyal dem mingling
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| Better watch how you
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| Group and singling
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| Better mind who you
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| Feel and fingling
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| We don’t join
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| Goose and gandering
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| We don’t join
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| Chumpas squandering
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| And the sound of The album cramping him
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| Well we don’t play game
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| When dem ramping in Better watch as my Timb boots stomping in Trampling
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| Di camp dem camping in And ah burn out the vampire
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| Vamping in Wi di, red burning lamp within
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| After so much sleep
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| And slumbering
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| Is now wonder di Impress dumping him
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| Youngest veteran
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| Will be pumping in Thumping in The club dem jumping in So wah
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| Tell the people your bumpin in Say wah
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| All mi colleagues dem chumping in After sleepless nights of sampling
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| The results can be life gambling
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| Now don’t stop by nor stumble in The jungle
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| Where the royal a rumble in Someone cookie jar will be crumbling
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| And we don’t mek room fi no fumbling
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| Well, carefull how your entire in Certain after dark adventuring
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| Cuase you might have to be surrendering
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| Mi sey all those jewels and Benjamin’s
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| Weh di thugs dem weh ready
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| Fi di wrangling
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| When the real Gideon
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| Is untangling
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| And a drive inna prestige handling
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| And a practice punk dismantling
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| And a trod go a Binghi di thanks giving
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| Fi go hail up di elders skankin in Fi guidance you thru the world
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| Weh di punks live in Burn the church weh di popes
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| And munks live in Well judgment fi dem tampering
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| When dem grudge
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| Cause a me di gyal pampering
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| Mr. Bean just find and brind her in When dem can’t find help nor hindering
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| Cause di man wid
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| Di old big blunt a role
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| Deh yah now fi go burn down
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| Bumbo hole
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| Wid enough fire power
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| Fi di winter cold
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| Weh nuh rise till the revolution unfold |