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Intro by Beenie Man: 
It's a dancehall thing 

Chorus by Chevelle Franklin: 
She's a dancehall queen for life 
Gonna explode like dynamite
a mobster burning down the block

Don't judge a book by the cover
Everything will be in this world is your brother
When I lost the fun ? uncover
Ancient
comprehend 
We making crazy money so stop watching what we spend 
We multiply by ten 
Selassie fly the gate 
I trample all my enemies cause man a hold
the musical Youth like Beenie Man longside J 
Sing for the girls dem night or day
Moving out the girls dem way
Zagga zagga zen na na
We na play 

Drop top
Now I and I say eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And He that live by the sword shall die by the sword
And if you're Christian go to Church
by 
Beenie, stay by mi side when nothing nah 
Gwaan, but now mi turn big super star no 
Bother think mi a go run left mi fat gal dawn 
All
man a arm strong
But wait yuh arm green
Yuh haffi carry yuh family pon di scene
Brand new yuh see what I mean
World dance a done by di kings
out put up resistance when Ninja mek him bomb
Seet yah know di war go get warm, yallo

Kill who? Yuh mad mon? Beenie Man nuh badman
All who bad out war
I can't see it

[Chorus: Beenie Man]
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
for gangstaz
Coz ganstaz do dirty work and get pimped by mobsters
Some fat Italian eating pasta 'n lobster
Brothers getting jailed and mobsters own
panicking 
While I'm rocking it 
Beenie Man locking it
You bitchin like a bitch 
Fool, put a sock in it
Rude boy cockin' it 
Hustler stockin' it
for gangstaz
Coz ganstaz do dirty work and get pimped by mobsters
Some fat Italian eating pasta 'n lobster
Brothers getting jailed and mobsters own
Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g 
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I
with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it

It's like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder
But yuh see some man seh dat dem fi run di business 
A Wha a gwaan mon? Yo! 
Dem a talk bout more fire, mi a talk bout more prayer 
We pray for water
man a arm strong
But wait yuh arm green
Yuh haffi carry yuh family pon di scene
Brand new yuh see what I mean
World dance a done by di kings
back, man it called me right back, oh no

I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka
Until I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real
Peel
called me right back, man it called me right back, oh no

I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka
Until I'm under the field with Hoffa,
Let me teach you the game man, homie wit' this
When he rockin' ya brain man, gimme a visit
Let me show you the ropes loc, would she be missin'
Goin'
a galla wuss
Chop it like a cutlass
Moses mi name Beenie Man

A Dat mi alias
Badmind syndrome kill
Marcus severious
Listen to mi hear dat call

Dem get
a galla wuss
Chop it like a cutlass
Moses mi name Beenie Man

A Dat mi alias
Badmind syndrome kill
Marcus severious
Listen to mi hear dat call

Dem get
merchants and your bankers too
Must get up and learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet

A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
bankers, too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that