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Too many suckers and not enough time To buck up all of dem with one clip from mi 9 To shoot to kill, them say mi don't care I try to drill but it no get mi nowhere I just put down mi gun inna fi mi suitcase Big up mi fist, fi buck off dem face (Flip, script) And a guy head lick (Boo, ba') And not one shot no lick, 'cah Toe to toe once again Wi distinguish, real bad bwoys dem And if you a bad bwoy, not a guy can try Let mi see di fist dem Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (me no know) Dutty bwoy jump up, dutty bwoy get stomped Get perpetrated, a guy get stomped Some guy cool but him need fi get stomped If dem buy dem back dem guns, seh dem run outta luck Cah we kill dem all And we come back alone, chi-boom day Mad Lion Deh pon microphone, alright So just step up, step up, bwoy what's up? Put your crew to the side, take out your gold front Knuckle up, knuckle up and guard your grill No need fi gun cah you get hurt still Think unuh wicked, tell dem fi come I have mi fist, mi nuh need not a gun Nah gon' touch you if you don't touch mi first If you touch mi bwoy, you must bite di dust Bad bwoy, rude bwoy, fickle face nah skin up Decent person with an evil touch I don't bother nobody I dance all back and clutch You diss the program, bwoy you must get (why) Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (me no know) Too many suckers and not enough time To buck dem all up with di clip mi 9 So shoot to kill, dem say mi don't care I try to kill but it no get me nowhere Flip inna mi pocket and mi dip inna mi waist Take out mi gun, put inna mi suitcase Big up mi fist and you know mi run di place One thump-thump, inna bwoy dem face Two thump-thump and we tear dung di place Three thump-thump and him cannot escape Cannot escape, cannot escape Cannot mi seh, cannot mi seh, cannot escape cah Toe to toe once again, ah Mi distinguish real bad bwoys dem, ah And if you a bad bwoy, not a guy can try Make mi see you fist dem, ah 'Cause I'm not a DJ and I'm not a MC I'm one bwoy to 'member of di group BDP Step to wi crew, bwoy it's no problem Wi have di fist and it quick fi solve dem Have fi mi gun but it inna mi waist Pick up mi fist just to punch off yuh face Mad Lion deh yah, and wi wicked and bad Love fi mi fist and mi gun, next to God Use fi mi fist cah mi up inna line Wicked bad bwoy run tings every time Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (me no know) All dem ah talk and defend Can't stop mi from love di gyal dem Gyal pon di left and gyal pon di right Two a dem combine and wan' fight One threw a punch, one take out a knife And nearly kill di gyal and take with her life Tell mi crowd of people, is that right? Make gyal ah kill gyal, fi man weh she like I don't like that dem flex inna mi zone Need dem gyal fi just keep dem ass home Mad lion there yah, deh pon di tune Bwoy say wi wicked and bad to di bone That's why Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (me no know) Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (why?) Gotta take it easy (me no know) Me no know Gotta take it easy
Writer(s): Lawrence Krsone Parker, Omar Preece, Vincent Stewart, Roland Mclean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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