Lyrics

Dem bwoy, dey a TV gangsta Coulda neva wanna see my anger Can you relate? It's too late If a bwoy think this a na go ' round ting Control him, that a just mounting So far bad man sling it with a right and squeeze Any time, any night, when we live and drunk Inna fire we no jump outta fry pan, 'pon our honor So no war we nah shy from This eagle inna sky, it a flies 'pon Give me a reason or ya ready to go fight 'pon Though it make me blaze dem thoughts Shaking when ya hear dis mouth Mi gangsta wheneva we blazin' South Rude bwoy only faking thoughts So you a gangsta, you nah real or like But you're a gangsta, you neva see a Crenshaw So you take life, we take no response Dem rule dem guerilla, save inna Bronx So you run streets and some love to six Jamaican gangsta woulda row fi see dis So you love war and ya love preaching Dem an Indian cubs, dem nah know 'bout my menace Dem bwoy, dey a TV gangsta Coulda neva wanna see my anger Can you relate? It's too late Dem bwoy, dey a TV gangsta Coulda neva wanna see my anger Can you relate? It's too late Dem bwoy, dey a TV gangsta Coulda neva wanna see my anger Can you relate? It's too late ...
Writer(s): Adrian Nicholas Thaws, Bernard Joseph Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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