| Ready up enuh Stephen
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| Tek dem to a next level a evil
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| Hahahahaha
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| Ayyyy
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| Dead dem dead
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| Its gonna be
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| Slow singing, flowers bringing
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| Marrow fly like pigeon, in the evening
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| Bawl mama bawl woii
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| Mama
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| Hey mama buy a wreath for Yuh son
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| Cause he fuck around, now he gon die by my gun
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| I know yuh, know yuh gonna cry when you come
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| When yuh see him body lying on the ground
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| Gunshot fly through face, tear him skin like curtain
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| See a mumma cryin cause yuh leave har inna burden
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| Bwoy life erase, tomorrow it nuh certain
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| Him inform pon mi don and mek him dead behind di iron curtain
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| Dem seh war, mi step in, and tek it over
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| Bwoy face mash up funeral day dem haffi mek it over
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| Di SK stick to me, its like dem mek it pon mi shoulder
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| And mi buss in inna di square or offa di patroller
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| Dem bwoy deh nuh bad dem have a bagga dream
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| Police full di scheme, di tugs dem empty di magazine
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| Nuh baby inna di bag a fi him
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| A tell man bout stab, gunshot fly thru di bwoy gabardine
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| Yuh wanna, die fast or die slow
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| My .44 mek yuh didn’t breed yuh gyal, so yuh kids didn’t born to grow
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| You know, were heartless killers
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| Gunshot mash up to yuh toe
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| Di gully side thats how yuh know
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| They said im evil
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| David Constantine
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| And dem cyaa manage my war
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| No sah not in these constant times
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| Gunshot fly thru dem dutty mind
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| Dem diss, alright Cubans, rise up di dutty .9
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| Hahahaha
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| Ayyyy
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| Dead dem dead |