Lyrics:
I'm about
Ya mouth how I end it
Scream gangster, I already did it
Still with it
Me and Sean P like Diddy gotta get it
Ya dig it, ya live it
Ain't
know bout Jamaica, parish to corner
Mi a guh tell yuh how
Much acre mek up Jamaica
Mi seh 28 million acre
And you can drive from Kingston to Old Harbor
down
One, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
That vague worry caught him up
They stuck in the maze, but they chased fame
They chased gain, it's
a commute
At least for now 'cause real life can fuck up your view
And real life, gon' be back all up in it soon
It ain't perfect, but all's said, what can you
Dreams... And by the way that was off the new Maiden England video which we shall talk about in a
minute... you know, after a year you pushed it up to number
could make it
Taking 2 steps forward, with our back to the hatred
Let 'em care about status and their damn pride alone
I stay my biggest fan, all I need
told one million times
About a boy growin' up to a life of crime
I heard it before, you heard it too
But now, homeboy, it's just me and you
You see,
tell each other how to live?
Look what the rainbow did! Poses
-You and Ï-
It’s been a long time since I came around
Been a long time, but I’m back in
of life, stack doe or live trife
Become a family man supportin' kids and a wife
Like your pops who break his back to bring home likle scratch
Or black who
You look so funny to me
When you pretend to be something
You could never be you try to make us think
You live a tough life
But you've got your
it?
Oh no, man
I'm cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me
live the gangsta life (We live the gangsta life)
[Daz]
I wake up five in the mornin, smoke a sack in the head
Sneak out the back, ground was trackin,
cold beat your crew up
If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler
Click Click...Booya!!
[Chorus 2x]
[Rock] If you don't know like I know
Then
got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame
The homie got popped six times needs surgery
Hit my cigar holdin
of silence, I'm needing it please
Need it from you on behalf of this beat
Yah, when I pull up inside a di brinks truck
Black lives matter all over my skin but
elevate) elevate
(Big Sean) And I'ma just gonna leave it right there
(Detroit 2, ayy, what's fuckin' with that, uh?)
was shot up
But he sang for peace he begged for freedom
Hanged wit wild Jamicians
From Kingston, who drink Irish Malts
Listenin to Peter Winston,
to sleep
Spend your whole life, being with them?
Every night I go to sleep
And I have this dream
It's never too late to break up
What a man
Because ever
to blow
Niggas get locked when the back is slow
On my pops we gonna pop the Mo
Pop the krizic cock is clicked
Til Seis get killed by the apocalypse
Ain't no
of white
But why you think they take
That time from you, cause you need it right?
And you can't get it back
So how they givin people life?
Like you gon live
fling dong
D system nuh care if we live or die
Mi call it
Ghetto yute trivilation
We get a bad reputation
But mi nah stop hustle fi d paper
up me bag quick quick and lef yah
CHORUS
Thunder Yard say we nah live inna merry macka
we no like them style nor them behaviour
Rasta nah live inna
right into my ride
Mr. Worldwide, pop up and greet her
Pop pop popita, pump pump Konica
With no religion, made make them believers
Always hit 2
a drum, whoa
Right now, you'd already be home
Live on, live on
The drum life never gets old
Live on, live on
The drum life keeps going on
Verse 2:
It was
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