| Dem seh a how we live mek we nuh know better yah
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| Inna di rainy rainy weather, we a guarded 'pon di border
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| We haffi hol' di order
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| Still yuh know we dere 'pon we own
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| Cau' we a likkle, we a search for gold
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| Nuh mek no bwoy come take we throne
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| We haffi hol' it strong, yah!
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| I was born and raised
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| In a place everyday where bullets nuh stop reign
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| I was born and raised
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| Wit' a spliff inna mi mout' and a gun 'pon me waist
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| I was born and raised
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| By di pimps an' di hustlers, the homeless, the strays
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| I was born and raised to know, recognize, slow all di hate
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| Rudebwoy grown upon his own damn two
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| Runnin' 'round doin' what the rudebwoy do
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| Wanna be a bad man
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| He was born up in the badland
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| Never knew his father
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| No one there to give him guidance
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| Started smokin' marijuana
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| Hanging out, having all nighters
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| His mommy never liked it
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| She told him I won’t come visit you in Rikers
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| She said: you never wan' go Rikers Island
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| He caught a charge for carrying a gun
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| For some it’s rites of passage
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| (To the streets we make a marriage)
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| Concrete jungle with the savages
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| (We facin' different challenges)
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| Only the strong will survive
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| (Living in the belly) ‘cause the beast swallow you alive
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| Preaches couldn’t save him (but a gangster still prays)
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| Keep the humble when you hustle
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| Live to see another day
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| I was born and raised
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| In a place everyday where bullets nuh stop reign
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| I was born and raised
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| Wit' a spliff inna mi mout' and a gun 'pon me waist
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| I was born and raised
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| By di pimps an' di hustlers, the homeless, the strays
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| I was born and raised to know, recognize, slow all di hate
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| What type of nigga, slang and bang in the streets?
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| (A bad man)
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| That’s the type of company you keep
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| They say the energy gets circulated
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| (Vibes get communicated)
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| The actions and the mannerisms imitated
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| Sharp dressed (Jah Bless)
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| When you see 'em salute your highness (Salute!)
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| He’s one of fifteen out his daddy’s sack
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| Him was a true gun man so him come from that
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| Raised in the ghetto singin' songs of survival
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| Where we learn to conquer fears and our friends become our rivals
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| It’s a concrete jungle where the savage rules
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| And violence begets violence, wah yuh do?
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| Live fast, die young
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| You never know when the death angel come
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| Life is shorter than a midget on the curbside
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| So, lift up your life and enjoy the ride
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| I was born and raised
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| In a place everyday where bullets nuh stop reign
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| I was born and raised
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| Wit' a spliff inna mi mout' and a gun 'pon me waist
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| I was born and raised
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| By di pimps an' di hustlers, the homeless, the strays
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| I was born and raised to know, recognize, slow all di hate |