| Damage Musiq
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| Man fi rich, fi rich, fi rich
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| Me family rich, we rich, we rich
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| Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?
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| Who them a trick? |
| (Who them a trick?)
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| Who them a trick? |
| (Who them a trick?)
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| Man used to strapping pon the ends
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| Knockings, me and me friends
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| Badness in a we meds and we d’even own a bed
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| One shake out, with a slice of bread
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| Sugar and water, lime in a the keg
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| Life change up, four 'matic pon the Benz
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| Mummy no have fi cry with her hand pon her head
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| Me little son will never go hungry a him bed
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| Them say Father God in a the pen
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| Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? |
| (Who them a trick?)
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| Mister Dead, me nah dead
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| Move casket (Move casket)
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| Move casket
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| Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?
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| Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich
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| Rich you fi rich, rich you fi rich
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| Man a live the life where them dream
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| Kick the ball, me and me team
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| Feel like the king now when me walk in a me scheme
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| One time a did board house, now me walk pon the hill
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| Boy make him mother proud, she haffi laugh when she see him
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| She know in herself she bring a star pon the scene
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| 'Nough never help me, now them a call pon the kid
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| Man life used to rough, me a tell you Damage
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| Now it sweet-sweet like when the harmony sing
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| Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? |
| (Who them a trick?)
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| Mister Dead, me nah dead
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| Move casket (Move casket)
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| Move casket
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| Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?
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| Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich
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| Rich we fi rich, rich we fi rich
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| Man fi rich, fi rich, fi rich
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| Me girl fi rich, fi rich, fi rich
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| Me family rich, we rich, we rich
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| Me dawgs them rich, fi rich, fi rich
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| Me niggas them rich
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| Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? |
| (Who them a trick?)
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| Mister Dead, me nah dead
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| Move casket (Move casket)
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| Move casket
|
| Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?
|
| Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich
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| Rich we fi rich, rich we fi rich
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| Man used to strapping pon the ends
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| Knockings, me and me friends
|
| Badness in a we meds and we d’even own a bed
|
| One shake out, with a slice of bread
|
| Sugar and water, lime in a the keg
|
| Life change up, four 'matic pon the Benz
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| Mummy no have fi cry with her hand pon her head
|
| Me little son will never go hungry in a him bed
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| Them say Father God in a the pen
|
| Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? |
| (Who them a trick?)
|
| Mister Dead, me nah dead
|
| Move casket (Move casket)
|
| Move casket
|
| Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?
|
| Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich
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| Rich you fi rich, rich you fi rich |