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Haha Dem swear dem get weh Go, go, go, go fi dem This a one thing weh me nuh understand enuh From some bwoy start grow underpants, dem swear dem turn man enuh Like the likkle pussy deh, weh try rise against the Don enuh Well, anything ah anything, the war starts, dem fi know weh dem stand enuh Portmore seh fi step pass the father, go murder the son Pussy, you will get five inna yuh face fi the word ah yuh tongue You nuh bad, don't seh you damn bad Traitor, you nuh worth a likkle grand bag Full the pussy up ah copper, like sand bag Bwoy weh get box down coulda never style God Jah know Dem run in, and it was so easy fi me kill dem But me laugh cah me nuh kill likkle children If dem make mi head hurt like teeth, ah me nuh feel dem Me see a one bag of lip dem, me make Maddens pick up and keep dem Dem feel dem bad The Gully side pass through, we still ah leave dead body Dem head ah leave dem body Go tell Bright Light, pick up three dead body Badness anuh hide and sing song Dem ah look ah hype fi a Sting song Tell the Midget, tell the King Kong Take bullet inna belly from the Ingram Me drive by and mi nozzle shot ah fling from Ah my style dem ah sing and make a thing from Weh dem turn the god? Weh dem get the king from? Dem dead to me, well ah deh, so it a spring from Jah know Dem run in, and it was so easy fi me kill dem But me laugh cah me nuh kill likkle children If dem make mi head hurt like teeth, ah me nuh feel dem Me see a one bag of lip dem, me make Maddens pick up and keep dem Walton, tell the pussy dem fi nuh size up Cut dem throat, lef' dem eyes up Kill all dem ghost weh ah rise up You see the likkle fry fries dem, fries up The place stink, the flies, flies dem flies up You nuh bad fi take a shot, take a slice up You start war and come give you fucking life up From you enter, you give you fucking rights up Likkle bwoy Know your space or hold a dead space Bullet inna yuh head space We govern the street, we nuh beg place Man will turn yuh likkle base inna head place Jah know Dem run in, and it was so easy fi me kill dem But me laugh cah me nuh kill likkle children If dem make mi head hurt like teeth, ah me nuh feel dem Me see a one bag of lip dem, me make Maddens pick up and keep dem
Writer(s): David Constantine Brooks, Troy Ricardo Hinds, Okino Renordo Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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