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(Yow) (One) One rifle, one matic enuh dawg One rifle, one matic enuh dawg Yow Things get strange as you get bigger Put yuh trust inna people yuh dead quicker (yeah) Me and mi dawgs dem alone deh pon di location Suh how mi enemies a get picha If mi run a program and buss yuh head Bet seh di wul place call mi fren killa (hmm) But if mi gi' dah pussy yah di chance fi him ketch mi off guard Him buss mi head pon mi bed pilla, so... Mi naah go unless mi gun pon mi (no) Mi nuh know a when dem aguh tun pon mi (no) Nuff a dem pussy yah a run parri Come round fi di whites and di Campari Mi seh mi naah go unless mi gun pon mi (neva) Not even if mi madda an' mi son call mi Two a wi a 'tep it from wi young parri Fi likkle pussy is a pussy dawg tun pon mi Wi used to fire one rifle One matic enuh dawg Bwoy sell mi out fi some crotches enuh dawg One rifle, one matic enuh dawg One matic enuh dawg One rifle One matic enuh dawg Bwoy sell mi out fi some crotches enuh dawg One rifle, one matic enuh dawg One matic enuh dawg Coulda neva be a snitch Coulda neva sell mi killa fi a bitch (yuh mad?) Yuh dead to mi from yuh switch (dead) Buss yuh head, fling him inna ditch (now) Wi a par from bulla and biscuit (yeah) Now a bey pink tip inna di Zig clip (clup) Dawg sell him bredda fi a rich bitch Real top killa tun witness (Jah-Jah) Suh, mi naah go unless mi gun pon mi Mi nuh know a when dem aguh tun pon mi Nuff a dem pussy yah a rum parri (rum parri) Come round fi di whites and di Campari (Campari) Mi seh mi naah go unless mi gun pon mi (neva) Not even if mi madda an' mi son call mi Two a wi a 'tep it from wi young parri Fi likkle pussy is a pussy dawg tun pon mi Wi used to fire one rifle One matic enuh dawg Bwoy sell mi out fi some crotches enuh dawg One rifle, one matic enuh dawg One matic enuh dawg One rifle One matic enuh dawg Bwoy sell mi out fi some crotches enuh dawg One rifle, one matic enuh dawg One matic enuh Coulda neva be rat (no) Try dat a Bobby Lane and dem neva see yuh back (neva) Strike Force, 4th Genna till mi drop (yeah) Start war wid mi bredda, me a knock (clup-clup) A coulda Jericho yuh live, wi nuh business (yeah) Yuh haffi get it from yuh pop up pon di hit list (now) Dawg sell him bredda fi a rich bitch (wah?) Real top killa tun witness Suh, mi naah go unless mi gun pon mi Mi nuh know a when dem aguh tun pon mi Nuff a dem pussy yah a rum parri Come round fi di whites and di Campari Mi seh mi naah go unless mi gun pon mi Not even if mi madda an' mi son call mi Two a wi a 'tep it from wi young parri Fi likkle pussy is a pussy dawg tun pon mi Wi used to fire one rifle One matic enuh dawg Bwoy sell mi out fi some crotches enuh dawg One rifle, one matic enuh dawg One matic enuh dawg One rifle One matic enuh dawg Bwoy sell mi out fi some crotches enuh dawg One rifle, one matic enuh dawg One matic enuh dawg Chemist Records
Writer(s): Romeo Clevinston Nelson, Steve Anthoney Rowe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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