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Musical disc sound play Man say, name fi matter who you are Play by di hit bound sound You fi gather 'round (Murder) This cold-cold world ain’t gonna
Yardman drill this a yardman drill Move grumpy with the pumpy Mi fren Stumpy him jumpy Have my food by fortnight Cause my guns bigger dan PUBG Gun dem big
, a-jump the a-gun. She's not a girl who misses much. (DR. EDISON AMOS: In these ten bill of rights, Each one gives the people a special right.)
Uh yeah Jones, uh Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head Put dots on your loaf
implies inferiority Corollary: colonizers ain't authorities On who is and who isn't good for national security By the way, if your love for guns exceeds
a queen Who looks at me with certainty You hear me b? This is our life so let's live I could be lemonade who is the tea There's half of you and there's half
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me. I am in the tall tower of Swamp
you blamped, word life, my throat is high See RiggaTone with the velvet mask on Cleaning his glass arm... Who want to battle the Don? I'm James
We set them presidents To get them presidents Over the ones that are dead We'll put guns to your head Put dots on your loaf like You was wonder
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment with their own weapons is no good, because
the excuse of 'National Security' By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins. It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey, what about Pun? Rudeboy,
hit ya motha with bricks Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion the bitch Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and causin'
dogs alone tha’ jus’ not who I am You need be bold I am My pack know who I am They jump I jump I jump they jump I’ll slide da who I am lil bro wassup I
mean rewind the gun-check me baby) I rock and shock the dough is show squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin' Coolin' breezin' at the teas and how can
Looking back I ain't who I used to be Don't see the friends that I used to see Cut out the people that were using me Looking back I miss all
opinions but holding laryngitis See I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law Track em down like the subway When they sub par Sub-zero everytime I jump in
guys And so you ask about the god DO I'm top notch holdin my spot gun by my crotch You think not I'm respected and feared around here And so I must
to jam) oh yeah I was at the crib, sittin' by the fireplace Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug Door bell rang, who could it be? Thought to myself
of a master You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats Break necks of broke souls who hate me Hate he? you can't
been after mean figures, ask my lil' nigga Since back in the days, before he was raised Ain't nobody puttin' fear in my heart, who need a jump start
So what the fuck you talkin' about? (Aw, shit) Goody, goody, gumdrops Nigga, get your hoodie and your gun cocked Rock it 'til the drum stops Hip
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