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Albums:

Toe 2 Toe (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Toe 2 Toe (Mikey Spice) · Toe 2 Toe (Jah Cure) · Toe 2 Toe, Vol. 6 (Elephant Man) · Toe 2 Toe, Vol. 7 (Sanchez) · The Very Best of Beenie Man: Gold (Beenie Man) · The Best of Two Badd DJ's: Beenie Man & Spragga Benz (Spragga Benz) · Best of Beenie Man: Collector's Edition [2 CD] (Beenie Man) · Beenie Man [DVD/CD] (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) – and 90 other albums »


Di gun is here, laugh 
Oh bad guys beware, laugh 
Bad man is here 
Wooh lordy. lordy, lord 
Brand new gear 
Yoh yu a hear mi, woh 
A me name
Di gun is here, laugh 
Oh bad guys beware, laugh 
Bad man is here 
Wooh lordy, lordy, lord 
Brand new gear 
Yoh yu a hear mi, woh 
A me name
Cool, a who dem seh dem a fight deh, a who dem seh dem go light 
Selassie overthroned him never tek nobody's stripe 
A who dem a seh man nasty?? and dem
the top (?)
One by one, load up de van, all of-a ganja it ram
Put it on a plane, the weed gaan a Spain
Money jus' a pour like rain
Me jus' a mogel up
legandary as I might be
suckas want to try and kick step all over me
first I ignore them and try to be cool about it
but here I am at a club man it's too
the people meet.
Face to face.
Dance cheek to cheek.
One to one.
Man to man.
Dance toe to toe.
Don't move too slow 'cause the man from mars is through
the people meet.
Face to face.
Dance cheek to cheek.
One to one.
Man to man.
Dance toe to toe.
Don't move too slow 'cause the man from mars is through
a electric is like a basket ball
she tek time out fi vomit unuh listen to mi style
an unuh listen to mi lyrics a beenie man deh yah a drop it(a seh) 

chorus
a electric is like a basket ball
she tek time out fi vomit unuh listen to mi style
an unuh listen to mi lyrics a beenie man deh yah a drop it(a seh) 

chorus
dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars

He's eatin' bars,
the top (?)
One by one, load up de van, all of-a ganja it ram
Put it on a plane, the weed gaan a Spain
Money jus' a pour like rain
Me jus' a mogel up
dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars

He's eatin' bars,
dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars

He's eatin' bars,
[spoken] 
Damn, a hard day's rockin'. Better slip off ma shoes. 
Maybe give a little stretch, and a bend. 
Dip m'toe to jacuzzi, baby. Slip out
wannabees down, with some H20
As I go blow to blow, toe to toe, flow for flow
(Any has PMD?) Hell no!
I'm blowin rappers off course, like the S.S. Minnow
brotherman to get hip)

[ VERSE 2 ]
Now I'm the Kid, oh, did you know it?
I had to show it that I was a cool, keen freestyle poet
I glide and stride with
The lilly bit it done. 
Me have fi send fi a lighter
Fi go burn down babylon. 

A boom draw of herb deh by bed side
Open book of scriptures I man wont
I pick her up about seven for the football game
My Camaro all painted up in flames
But damn, she was the one that was on fire
She was head-to-toe
him mouth dat him drink like sprite yuh know 
Diss Beenie Man mi knock him out wid a mic yuh know 

So Mi Go So 

In this a war yuh betta (Get
the wig-splitters and skid bitters who gets realer
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
Who got the keys to the Jeep? Sim Simmer

We never heard of yo clique but
that's cool with you
And then later on
I'll call you on the phone
And then I'll make you mine
By singin' you this little song

Hush little lady
So here I am, trying to be the man, right
Using my gun to see at night, sleeping with my flash light
In the afterlife I hope the AC works
So while I
Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know 

So I put weed in the bong and I blow 

Stay cool calm and collected a neglected
the Roc, holler
Shoot you from toe to collar, watch you holler, pop my collar
Holler! Bink controllin' the track
Free and Nate controllin' the flow,
and tomfoolery
you can get the balls
if you don't want to be cool with me we can brawl
we do it every weekend y'all, at the fight club

CHORUS
the fight club
I hit