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the devil went to jamaica 
he was lookin' to sell some weed 
he was doin' fine 
they were standin' in line 
it was excellent weed indeed 
when he

The Devil went to Jamaica
He was lookin' to sell some weed
He was doin' fine
They were standin' in line
And it was excellent weed indeed

When he

customers will tell you
That we all are certifiable!
Totally, totally
Totally justifiable
The box may not be viable
By contract
We're not liable!
Totally,

Never owned a gold chain
Never seen a diamond ring
Never worn a pair of Jordans
Now things are about to change
Living in a matchbox
Playing

Jumper Wild keeps jumping cars
One day he couldn't stick it working in the yard
He lost his legs, he screamed in pain
Everybody knows you don't stop

on the chain gang,
And on the assembly line…
Just flip those burgers,
And take those orders,
And smile at the customers,
Sunrise to sunset,
You have to work for

a customer until he beat the case
Scotland Yard pub, taking lines to the face
Walked up in that bitch, and they knew we wasn't old enough
Walked up in that

But a day erased is a problem solved
Brain decayed, art devolved
Throw the ball long
I'm callin yard
Sundown
Get home
Sundown
Get home
Sundown
Get home

Yo I’m a shotter
But I don’t shot food, I shot blessings
The lines not stop fam I’m on route
They ordered - 2 and a q of blessings
When I reach I’m

These Jugs Cant know My Government 
I done time all because of em
Treat my rhymes like Im Hustling
Like my lines they my Customers
Suited up like

another fuckin' serpent in my yard, uh
Private property mean nothin' when you owned, yuh
Separation and division watch us die, yuh
Colt .45 would be my

Black owned businesses distributin' goods
Put crack on blacks and then shackle a foot
They go back to back, the way back to back (J.I.d)
When we was

behave don't merk, I ain't your older
Put in the hard yards, be courteous
And good things will come, in the ends
Wagwan more thing man needs to say
It'd

counted me out for 2 days
Who just been keeping it honest these days
Gotta watch who be around me these days

N****s will line you up just for designer

stopped drinking, thought different, jogged, this is my path
I embark slow then speed up like
Yards won't complete this drive
Darts thrown at me'll fly

like they came from my city
See my essa pothna spooky on the yard gettin busy
This around the same time in the town they killed Rickey
Nigga full

snitch on family and even pimp out the sista
Even started snortin sinking in line now she a hooker
So when you in the mud and the lights go after

out, "Lalala-lalala," in school
Remember, it was Cowboy and not C Biz?
Lookin' at the blocks behind my yard, I'm seein' in these vids
Like, these