Done His Dance

Swifta Production

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Don't ask, don't ask who's behind the mask

Cah yuh know say man don't grass

They look like a Gucci design what I seen lurkin' in the grass

He didn't wanna look back

Because you're hearin' seh man are mad

What you gonna do now man?

Stop talkin' about straps

But I cannot tell the youngers not to rob olders, I'm not their dad

Seventeen years old lookin' like somethin' out the City of God

No mouth hole in the Balaclava so there's minimal talkin' and dialogue

And what can a squadron do? Nobody gets caught in the fog

Watch the super bike, watch the quad

'Cause man will have that 12 o'clock

They said that mandem are movin' mad

But that's life on the block

And when I say man are holdin' sticks these days just know it's not made out of wood

There's bare politics out here, it's never been good in the hood

I hear that you're dark, my ****, I hear that you're dark

I hear there was fifteen, twenty man stood ballied up on the park

I hear the machete's on the lose this year so you better run fast

The way man jumped out of the bush lookin' like Spiderman to done his dance

Ready to done his dance

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Ready to done his dance (Yeah)

Ready to done his dance

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(Yeah, dance)

Set man a lose this year so it's dangerous out on these streets (Uh)

Set man are emcees now so there's true stories on the beats (Uh)

Not everybody died in the war so we still got couple OG's (Uh)

Not everybody's on the run yet so we got keys upon keys

The block got shut down so we're still not afraid of the police (Uh-huh)

The olders are gangsters so the youngers are still robbers and thieves (Uh-huh)

Man are still visitin' man, there's still man in HMP (Uh-huh)

I feel like writin' to the judge, let all my **** out, please (Uh-huh)

I heard when my man fell off, the bike wrapped around the tree (Uh-huh)

Couple of the mandem are dead now so we still hashtag RIP (Well, well, well)

I went on music my man, it wouldn't move without the heat (Uh-huh)

But karma is a bitch that won't stop until the cycle is complete (Well, well, well)

I hear that you're, dark my ****, I hear that you're dark

I hear there was fifteen, twenty man stood ballied up on the park

I hear the machete's on the lose this year so you better run fast

The way man jumped out of the bush lookin' like Spiderman to done his dance

Ready to done his dance

Ready to done his dance

Ready to done his dance

Ready to done his dance

Ready to done his dance (Yeah)

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