| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone
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| (Inna my zone, inna-inna my zone)
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| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone
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| (Everyone knows I’ve got a badman flow)
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| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone
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| (Inna my zone, inna-inna my zone)
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| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone
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| Mandem know I’ve got a rudeboy flow
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| Mandem know I’ve got a rudeboy flow
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| Mandem know I’ve got a rudeboy flow
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| (Inna my zone, inna-inna my zone)
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| Ya man
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| London City Warlord inna di place
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| So hol' on a yout, hol' on a man
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| Rise up me hand from dem do me wrong
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| Bwoy coulda tick just like Rubi Dan
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| Me draw for me gun what me get from Sudan cuh me bad like Sadam
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| Badder than Osama Bin Laden and dem man
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| Rise up the big stinking long iron
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| Me nuh ramp, me nuh skin 'round microphone stand
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| Anybody wan' live nuh fi test badman
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| Don gorgon, original don
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| Real badman, me ah di mic champion
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| Warlord originate from London
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| Anyweh mi go, di dancehall haffi ram
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| If a bwoy wan' disrespect di program
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| Me guh shoot off your face in front of station
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| Shot, shot him
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| Send fi di ting and
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| Mad, tell dem
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| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone
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| (Inna my zone, inna-inna my zone)
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| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone
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| (Everyone knows I’ve got a badman flow)
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| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone
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| (Inna my zone, inna-inna my zone)
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| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone
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| (Everyone knows I’ve got a badderman flow)
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| Rudeboys know
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| Rudeboys know
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| Mandem know I’ve got a rudeboy flow
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| Yo, I’m the farda and me run di border
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| Anyting try test, me will slaughter
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| And when I say I’m gonna wet up your car, fam
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| Jah know me suh I don’t mean with water
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| Dead like a big pussyhole but
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| When me dead, me ah die as a martyr
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| You test me inna di war, fam? |
| Nah suh
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| You coulda roll wid Jesus or pastor
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| You still ah get gunshot inna your clart ah
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| Weh you ah talk for? |
| Me ah di master
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| Shut your mout, rudeboy, don’t answer
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| I don’t wanna hear your shit
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| I’m gonna ignore you like a private caller
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| And I’ll lick off your head from far
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| On a long-range ting just like Ray Parlour
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| (Mad ting, yeah)
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| Riko Dan di London City Warlord
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| Jack Beats inna di place
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| Cyaan test we, dem dead |