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When the lights go out, it's gonna belong to the poor
[stephen marley]
Dem crazy, dem crazy
Just those crazy boys, right and tough
Chorus 2
get burn (cha!)
Making money, ah blood jails dem concern
When the record deejay blaze it make it burn
Burn!
Yo! I represent my crew
Some youths
get burn (cha!)
Making money, ah blood jails dem concern
When the record deejay blaze it make it burn
Burn!
Yo! I represent my crew
Some youths
talking talking
Chorus
Well
Nuff a dem a talk de talk
And dem never walk de walk
Dem never trod barefoot pon di tar
Fe dem lickkle battle, never win no
Intro
A tru u chatty, chatty, chatty mi cyaan live in peace.
Boom Dawn talking to you (repeat), you and you and you (repeat).
A never good you a talk
We sweepin' shit with a broom, we the clean up, crew
It's hitters for hire, lil bit
Yeah, we sweepin' shit with a broom, we the clean up, crew
I came
Old dog, old doggy, doggy dog
Woh deh, deh, woh, ho
[Chorus: x2]
Old dog like me, we affi have dem
In a two's an trees
An everybody know we
[Chorus]:
Dem coming to annihalite
Coming dem coming to tek over
Dem coming to eliminate
But righteous children never a go under
[Verse2]
Polition on their
und starten
Stell dich dem Ziel, 'ne Perspektive ist nix
Was die Gesellschaft dir gibt, sondern was du selbst in dir siehst
Mir droht der
Dawgs Cyaah Switch Fi Nuh New Crew. Just Hope Dem Nuh Switch Paah Me Too aahaaa
[Hook]Rpt2x
Do Dis Fi Mi Dawgs Dem. Dem Anuh Friend Dem A Family. From Mi
a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Damn I wanted to live, was it ?way beyond? Be'em or live
Moma get a shirts on her kid, I wasn't supposed to see
Well, I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
Or will I drop? A fallen star that has been forgotten, not
In the past, I mainly hustled for
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
b-boys, dem dere and we in here
Yeah, ya know, from the Southside of Chicago
And we don't front
Who me? I am Twilite Tone
Babylon dread, Bumstead,
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
Same tracksuit my skins all cranky
Same tracksuit my skins all scratchy
Manna talk nuff none of them boy dem bad
You don't wanna ride why you
boy dem bad
You don't wanna ride
Why you on the block?
Send a boy home like tag
See us on your block
Two shanks up
About 10 man dash
Them man
out ya enuh. (Ha, ha) (Mhm)
All how him have house and car live like movie star
Him still nuh touch yet, still nuh touch yet
Resturants dem alwasy 5
chaser
Nah talk money then lata (Hmmm!)
Send fi the bottle girl dem
Plus a waiter
Bring the Hennessy by the case nuh(Hmmm!)
Henny wit no chaser
Nah talk
I need you
Shorty wit me kno she lovin the crew
Got dem shottas wit me when i hop in the coupe
Hop in my car like a spaceship go to the moon
Baby u
dem Man there love talk about peez my OGs Overseas on a wave like hair dats Oceans b your MCM can't do it like me I Don't dance like m24s but just like
Intro:
Old dawg, old dawggy, dawggy dog
Woah deh deh, woah..
Chorus
Old dawg like me
We haffi have dem inna two's an three
An everybody
Intro:
Old dawg, old dawggy, dawggy dog
Woah deh deh, woah..
Chorus
Old dawg like me
We haffi have dem inna two's an three
An everybody
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