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D.BROOKS
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Haha
Dem swear dem get weh
Go, go, go, go fi dem
This a one thing weh me nuh understand enuh
From some bwoy start grow underpants, dem swear dem turn man enuh
Like the likkle pussy deh, weh try rise against the Don enuh
Well, anything ah anything, the war starts, dem fi know weh dem stand enuh
Portmore seh fi step pass the father, go murder the son
Pussy, you will get five inna yuh face fi the word ah yuh tongue
You nuh bad, don't seh you damn bad
Traitor, you nuh worth a likkle grand bag
Full the pussy up ah copper, like sand bag
Bwoy weh get box down coulda never style God
Jah know
Dem run in, and it was so easy fi me kill dem
But me laugh cah me nuh kill likkle children
If dem make mi head hurt like teeth, ah me nuh feel dem
Me see a one bag of lip dem, me make Maddens pick up and keep dem
Dem feel dem bad
The Gully side pass through, we still ah leave dead body
Dem head ah leave dem body
Go tell Bright Light, pick up three dead body
Badness anuh hide and sing song
Dem ah look ah hype fi a Sting song
Tell the Midget, tell the King Kong
Take bullet inna belly from the Ingram
Me drive by and mi nozzle shot ah fling from
Ah my style dem ah sing and make a thing from
Weh dem turn the god? Weh dem get the king from?
Dem dead to me, well ah deh, so it a spring from
Jah know
Dem run in, and it was so easy fi me kill dem
But me laugh cah me nuh kill likkle children
If dem make mi head hurt like teeth, ah me nuh feel dem
Me see a one bag of lip dem, me make Maddens pick up and keep dem
Walton, tell the pussy dem fi nuh size up
Cut dem throat, lef' dem eyes up
Kill all dem ghost weh ah rise up
You see the likkle fry fries dem, fries up
The place stink, the flies, flies dem flies up
You nuh bad fi take a shot, take a slice up
You start war and come give you fucking life up
From you enter, you give you fucking rights up
Likkle bwoy
Know your space or hold a dead space
Bullet inna yuh head space
We govern the street, we nuh beg place
Man will turn yuh likkle base inna head place
Jah know
Dem run in, and it was so easy fi me kill dem
But me laugh cah me nuh kill likkle children
If dem make mi head hurt like teeth, ah me nuh feel dem
Me see a one bag of lip dem, me make Maddens pick up and keep dem
Writer(s): David Constantine Brooks, Troy Ricardo Hinds, Okino Renordo Thomas
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