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J1 sing and Beenie Man DJ
Real gangsta don't play
So ya betta watch what you say
Real gangsta don't play
J1 sing and Beenie Man DJ
Real
Well into a musical thing call that's how we roll
Some boy wan roll deep and sell dem soul
This is Beenie Man must sell platinum no gold
This is how
and read psalms
And if you're government man or outlaw you have the right to bear arms

A weh me tell dem Rude Boy
Original Mr. Couton no bother take me
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
with Hannibal Lector, hot shit
So feel me when I bring it
Sing it loud
I'm from the Lou and I'm proud
Run a mile for the cause
I'm righteous above
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
paycheck 
Before I came to town
But I reached into my pocket 
Found three twenties and a ten
It feels so good feelin' good again

There was old man
When Salome plays the drum
The crowd goes deaf and dumb
Swept up by dark sensations 

Partially the heat
More so it's the beat
She moves in
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J1 sing and Beenie Man DJ
Real gangsta don't play
So ya betta watch what you say
Real gangsta don't play
J1 sing and Beenie Man DJ
Real
Billy, mon
Talking really and I need it mon
Flows, I kick 'em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon
Holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon,
and mugs, I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot Shit)
So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha
I'm from the Loop and I'm proud
Run a mile for the cause
I'm
really and I need it mon
Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man

See me, mon, cheifin rollin
and mugs, I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot Shit)
So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha
I'm from the Loop and I'm proud
Run a mile for the cause
I'm
still son, stop squirmn' around 
Another sacred sundays coming down"

[Instrumental break]

I can almost hear the old folks say: 
"You'll make it
(verse 1) I was justa tennage boy on my way to school mama mad at me 'cause I turned on the news detaikls still uncertain as I put on my shoes was'nt
still son, stop squirmn' around 
Another sacred sundays coming down"

[Instrumental break]

I can almost hear the old folks say: 
"You'll make it
head in the room
And I just know what's on every man's mind
I try to fight it, but it gets me sometimes

(Chorus)

(Instrumental break)

Ooh,
with Hannibal Lector, hot shit
So feel me when I bring it
Sing it loud
I'm from the Lou and I'm proud
Run a mile for the cause
I'm righteous above
kind, every time.
Oh yeah.

Instrumental break.

I swear sometimes the boys on the wrong side of town,
Know how to do it just right.
They'll keep you up
the ice in your hand, Cryse man 
I want to know can you come back by and
The way I feel it makes me want to get down and 
Oooh look at you bling-blingin'
the young dude
Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, Beenie Man
You don't really want to
How come you, think you can
I'm from the city where
The time keeps ticking
When someone's on your mind
On your mind

I'm moving in slow motion
Feels so good
It's a strange anticipation
Knock, knock,
And the thunderclouds rolled by
The sea began to shiver
And the wind began to moan
It must've been a sign for me
To leave you well alone
I was born without you, baby
killin' people, a-by-n degree

I know that this slow-achin' something
Murdering people by degrees
You know it's a soberin' thought 
Killin' you by degree
long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long

This shit right here, man, this shit feels right!
Aye Doug, aye Dray, aye Earl, you