| Them say, «Money is the root of all evil»
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| But a no money
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| Some people a kill people little like nothin'
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| Some say them a gangster but a studio gangster
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| Well now a gun shot lick and a marrow it fly
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| Little youth with the forty five and him say do or die
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| Now him muma she cry water run from her eye
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| And she remember when him was little bit and oh so shy
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| Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done
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| To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son
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| Like them no understand say revelation a come
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| So watch the heathen them a run
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| Too much fuss and fight and that is not right
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| You no can’t blow breath in a man but still that you want take life
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| Innocent youth die, bury a next guy
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| And him muma wool her belly and ask God why?
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| Well no ask me no question I tell you no lie
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| It’s about time the world start to realize
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| This a revelation an' it’s a serious time
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| Put your a hand inna the air and pray to the most high
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| Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done
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| To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son
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| Like them no understand say revelation a come
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| So watch the heathen them a run
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| Cha
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| Youth man a beg and you fi put down your gun
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| Me no want fi see another youth tumble down
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| This is reality no play dumb, dumb
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| Some a them a thing 'bout dollars having a large sum
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| Money is the root of all evil if so me no want none
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| Wicked man them a heathen fi them fire burn
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| Whole a them shall perish inna the wicked kingdom
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| This is Shaggy one of, hmm jah jah son
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| Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done
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| To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son
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| Like them no understand say revelation a come
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| So watch the heathen them a run
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| Cha
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| Yo! |
| Yo! |
| Yo! |
| Stop talkin' yo
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| Mislead the youth to shoot them one another down
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| Muma what this? |
| You’re talkin' pure foolishness
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| Can’t sit down eat me Sunday ackee and salt fish
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| Can’t use me tongue and lick out me pyrex dish
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| As me sit down and a wish me mouth start get peckish
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| Have fi eat me dry bread and drink the water well quick
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| Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done
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| To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son
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| Like them no understand say revelation a come
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| So watch the heathen them a run
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| Now a gun shot lick and a marrow it fly
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| Little youth with the forty five and him say do or die
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| Now him muma she cry water run from her eye
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| And she remember when him was little bit and oh so shy
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| Watch it
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| Youth man a beg and you fi put down your gun
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| Me no want fi see another youth tumble down
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| This is reality no play dumb, dumb
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| Some a them a thing 'bout dollars having a large sum
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| Money is the root of all evil if so me no want none
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| Wicked man them a heathen fi them fire burn
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| Whole a them shall perish inna the wicked kingdom
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| This is Shaggy one of, hmm jah jah son
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| Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done
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| To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son
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| Like them no understand say revelation a come
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| So watch the heathen them a run
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| Too much fuss and fight
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| And that is not right
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| You no can’t blow breath in a man but still that you want take life
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| Innocent youth die, bury a next guy
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| And him Muma wool her belly |