Lyrics:
of course I's gone a lot
And after about six years I got home one day and found my wife and little boy gone
I couldn't find out what happened nobody seemed
And he caught his death of fusiliers,
With his rent in his rears./Give him six years.
'Tis sore pity for his innocent poor children
But look out for
Fuelled by the need to feed, guided by pain
I am the hunter from lands unknown, you suffer for gain
I gorge in times of war, ripping souls from their
I told you I am the oldest of six children, my parents Goliath and Grendel,
my younger brother Muscle Man, my sisters Lamia and the Three Furies,
but
alright.
Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
on my back but I'm Rico to the punter
Big big bassy on my hip like a hunter
Them old arse nigga's getting splashed by this younger
Them Yardies got
He's lived here now for twenty five years, but the mayor he'll not be, nae.
I've always lived by the golden rule. I've always been a fair player. He's
yourself, while you're still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as a wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think
You're gonna
50 years old I must drink a lot of water
IG-11 tried to take me out
But he got slaughtered
SO I learned how to hunt and
Found a touch for the biz
Out
it on
Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world
of Dutch Delight
While we were spat on, we were kicked
Went from seven, down to six
Some was carried off by fever, some by fighting
You might have heard
turned to sand
And the sand has turned to stone on the starmaking machine
I'm 31 years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
turned to sand
And the sand has turned to stone on the star making machine
I'm 31 years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
who hits a woman isn't worth a dime
5, 6, 7, 8, 9 years old
That's what I remember about the rock of my soul
I told him I would kill him if he did
the lot, I never lacked da will
Hunters vest on the game is mine to kill
I cut some ties wit my closest people it's been real
Too many voices and not
uncle escape death
back in the days
i remember that
do you remember that
we use to be together as one
many years back
they conspired against him
way back
better stay in your section
Hit you and say it was for my protection
6 Shot rip through you just like a dissection
Say I can’t do shit alone, correction
that I fold
It's said some rappers can't afford but some will drive a hundred Fords
It's the culture, I separate the hunters from the vultures,
You'd
the holes that you burned in me
Six years old and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by piece,
Since a year-old, forty-seven year-old scab
Just to hear them words, ear piercing
Like my earlobe stabbed with a needle for an earring
Should I feel
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
hemisphere
That you have to fear that's a fact
And I'm seventeen years old physically with an old soul that's immortal
Delivered to this world i used the womb
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