| Look how the man them sit up pon the sidewalk
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| A set out them business
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| The woman them, some with little children
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| See how they spread out
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| And it’s the start of another day
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| That’s how they work to get their pay
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| And they’re trying to do their best
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| Each and every day
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| They’ll sell you this
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| They’ll sell you that
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| Goods, cash, delivery on the spot
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| They juggle among
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| Thieves and killers
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| Who sometimes rob, or shoot a higgler
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| Police and soldiers in the area
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| Man a run up and down because of fear, sah
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| Who is gonna control the situation
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| It’s getting out of hand
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| There must be some way to hold it down
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| Just the other day the man them satta
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| Pon the corner
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| Robber move through
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| And take them off guard sah
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| So they juck down a higgler
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| And rob him of him goods sah
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| They live pon the people them
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| Like when John Crow swarm dead meat
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| They cut off the lady finger
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| Just to take her ring sah
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| Wa kind a thing that you a deal with
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| Whoa yea
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| Can’t go so way |