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Singing don't worry
One love, one heart, one aim, aim, aim
[ Ziggy Marley Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]

Hummingbirds humming by (ooh ooh)
1: Ziggy Marley]
Woke up this morning, smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet
Well easy don't worry all you life away
You saying a lot of prayers to the devil I say, I say
Jah live, Jah live
So then me go so then

Don't
Well easy don't worry all you life away
You saying a lot of prayers to the devil I say, I say
Jah live, Jah live
So then me go so then

Don't
Come the Lords, cause we're here to make a kill!

(Here Come the Lords) 7X

[Mr. Funke]	Aiyyo, Marley!
[Marley]	Aiyyo whassup knocka?
[Mr. Funke]	Do you
THE BULLET
OR STUCK BY A KNIFE
BUT YO IT AIN'T THE WAY TO GO
YOU CAN'T KILL THE NEXT MAN
JUST TO GET THE DOE
WE GOTTA FIGHT TONIGHT
BUT WE GOTTA FIGHT
bit by the fun
And when ja ja guy come
The babylon them have to run

We need o-n-e, l-o-v-e
U-n-i-t-y before we all die
But you don't listen
You
bit by the fun
And when ja ja guy come
The babylon them have to run

We need o-n-e, l-o-v-e
U-n-i-t-y before we all die
But you don't listen
You
THE BULLET
OR STUCK BY A KNIFE
BUT YO IT AIN'T THE WAY TO GO
YOU CAN'T KILL THE NEXT MAN
JUST TO GET THE DOE
WE GOTTA FIGHT TONIGHT
BUT WE GOTTA FIGHT
Ok I'm sippin' on the syrup
Got a n**** moving slow
I'm all about the money
What the f*** you think I do it for
B**** don't act like you don't
Ok I'm sippin' on the syrup
Got a nigga moving slow
I'm all about the money
What the fuck you think I do it for
Bitch don't act like you don't know
than one, right?
Yeah

I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone 
It's 151's prone, that have you and hun's stoned
Trying the unknown 
Doing
bout the fact that they was virgins
I don't care who you bringing wit you
Just let her know that I'm poking her while I'm fingering you
I love that
the tune I abide by
I'm aligned with goons, it's wireless like wi-fi
Why try? I'm on the cusp of greatness
You bum-ba-cluts fly, I'm on a fuckin'
slaves to mayor's not all good
Don't let 'em take our music and plagiarize the game
Then you call up and request it and pretend it's really flames?
kill it? Kill It
The way she got it poppin'
Oh, it's probably hotter than a skillet
But baby don't tweek like you ain't no freak

Peep I keep my game
is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
Knowing damn well that bad men don't wear g-strings
Another
is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
Knowing damn well that bad men don't wear g-strings
Another
bounce, roll to the skate ya rock
Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop
Come alive party people, gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
slaves to mayor's not all good
Don't let 'em take our music and plagiarize the game
Then you call up and request it and pretend it's really flames?
the student kills the teacher 

Any last words before I send you to your dream? 

Hold my hands and pray 

[lyrics in Creole] 

You don't got knowledge
the student kills the teacher 

Any last words before I send you to your dream? 

Hold my hands and pray 

[lyrics in Creole] 

You don't got knowledge
you've ever believed in 
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers, 
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll 
Against the mutha fuckin
loves me, so when I ain't around they ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
For the fast money, I get up in that ass money
The fact you