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INTERPRÉTATION
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Chant
Skillibeng
Skillibeng
Chant
Buju Banton
Buju Banton
Chant
Capleton
Capleton
Chant
Bounty Killer
Bounty Killer
Chant
Sizzla
Sizzla
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Paroles/Composition
Mark Myrie
Mark Myrie
Paroles/Composition
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Paroles/Composition
Emwah Warmington
Emwah Warmington
Paroles/Composition
Clifton Bailey III
Clifton Bailey III
Paroles/Composition
Rodney Price
Rodney Price
Paroles/Composition
M. Thompson
M. Thompson
Paroles/Composition
Miguel Collins
Miguel Collins
Paroles/Composition
Nicholas M. Warwar
Nicholas M. Warwar
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Production
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Production
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Production
Juan "AyoJuan" Peña
Juan "AyoJuan" Peña
Ingénierie de prise de son
Orette "Tekktronik" Howell
Orette "Tekktronik" Howell
Ingénierie de prise de son
Taj-Vaughn "PantaSon" Johnson
Taj-Vaughn "PantaSon" Johnson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistance d’ingénierie
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistance d’ingénierie
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistance d’ingénierie
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Kurt Bradley
Kurt Bradley
Assistance d’ingénierie
Harrison Holmes
Harrison Holmes
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

Blessed is the man that walketh not In the council of the ungodly (yuh sih?) Nor standeth in the ways of sinners (yeah man, a Eastsyde, brrp) Great is Jah (Judgment Yard) And greatly to be praised (We The Best Music) In the city of our Jah, in the mountain of His holiness (yeah-man, a top rankin') Sizzla Another one DJ Khaled (Khaled) Yuh see, alien badness, I stay with a 'Matic And don't play with the badness, and don't ramp with Khaled Never believe in us, God did (God did) that's why we roll with chopstick Somethin' long like a mop stick, shooters don't need no practice Expert shootеr dem Mavericks With the broom, them a-brand this Fire, not miss A-we have the chalice I keep, give dem boy deh a-knock knee A baby them God see Whole of the weight go down 'pon me, heavy weight DJ Khaled bring the beat, and I kill the beat Me can fling lyrics Yeah, Eastsyde is in the lead Unuh a disbelief, a expensive feature So some bitch will pree, the bwoy smile enuh, and gon' medz mi later Boy, them play you hard a-fi your owner paper Do my crimes so neat Eastsyde no fear investigator I know me roots like cultivation I love Jamaica and puff me grades, and I stack the paper Buy some shot with face 'pon it, calculator We born fi danger, Eastsyde get the cash fi repatriation Eastsyde a-rule from God creation with bad behavior Somebody go tell me teacher say me did wrong fi say that School alone, and I love me f- occupation Not a failure, Skilli 'pon a beat is like gas to flames, yah So, the place a-burn down every fire station Can't put out the flame like alien invasion, money makers Yeah, oh-yeah These streets knows my name, yeah (murder) These legs knows my pain (more fire, yeah-ah) (Hoi) burn fire fi feel disappointed and shame More education and more wealth now Them wan' help out, them wan' help now And yuh fi know how fi get in a-yuh (a-you wan' tell them somethin'?) From them sell out, we nah go friend them up Me say anytime you're ready, just send them up" And make me burn them up, and burn them up and heng dem up Babylon say independent, and then pen them up (yeah) Modern slavery, a-that a-heng them up Buju Banton, Sizzla, and Khaled nah go friend them up Killer cross, Skillibeng haffi go pen dem up Wen fire a-fi go burn dem, alright When you see the nation (but we tell 'em) No violation (so, we tell 'em) Tell 'em liberation (now we tell them) Tell 'em reparation, hoi When you see Jah nation (but we tell 'em) No segregation (so, we tell 'em) Hope and aspiration (now we tell 'em) Haffi burn up satan Weh them a-wait 'pon? These streets knows my name, yeah (murder) These legs knows my pain (more fire, yeah-ah) (Hoi) burn fire fi feel disappointed and shame Celestial meditation when the kush touch di flame Boy, you haffi put the respect 'pon we name Or the scope them will aim Well, clip a race, them run it and the Killer make the hammer clap The banger weh we use, line them up, and no scammer chat The bomb a-drop, all robber talk, the don a-chat Legendary status, rich badness, back on that Them should a-know, me watch and protect and, me chain a-blind them eye And gyal a press it, and a-send it back like a reply Them think them can run in this, 'nough nose between them eyes Skilli' roll up with a hundred dirt bike We roll up in a these rides, Louis V slide Chain bright like a-street light, weh you feel like? Extra clip, weh we carry have .38, .9 You no wan' Eastsyde, buss your head in three side Tell them say a-one grung gad, nah fear, dem nuh run down fad Buss head like condom, all blood a leak out 'pon them Glock Them know a-different port fi mon and the Banton shot Ask the street 'cah we been bad These streets knows my name (Selassie I), yeah These legs knows my pain (more fire, yea-ah) (Hoi) burn fire fi feel disappointed and shame More, more flames (Sizzla) But a-weh them take you for? More fire, more, more, more flames Respect goes a far way, not half way We be all these all day Never gonna get me givin' up, we goin' all the way The ups and the downs, yeah, the cuts and the bruise, uh The system messin' up, yeah, but what we all gotta choose And it ain't gettin' no better, if you sit back, you lose, uh My brothers and the sisters all over the news (hey) That's what we do, yeah, we burn out corruption (hey) And big up your group, tell them watch how we function (hey) What next to do when yuh reach out to junction? A mother's slammed givin' up a conduction Heads up, heads high The limit is the sky Heads up, heads high The limit is the sky (whew) Catch them, do the damage, get the package, I'm out Gettin' the money, that's what they hate I'm about These streets knows my name, yeah (murder) These legs knows my pain (more fire, yeah-ah) Burn fire fi feel disappointed and shame They ain't believe in us, Jamaica did (Jamaica did) Fire (hoi)
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Tarik Azzouz, Nicholas Warwar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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