Lyrics:
feel the Swag
Slap dem
If dem tear your shirt
Flex dem
If dem feel the groove
Mc9ja
Na area fada
Naija
Na my country
Kogi
Na state
Lokoja
Na city my city
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
Then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
Black Gotti, I stack bodies with the black shotty
Bitch-ass niggas that act snotty
Get it
The shipping forecast issued by the met office
At 0130 on Sunday the 31st of December
There are warnings of gales in all areas except Trafalgar
snapped away you get a page in the Daily News
But I just want to get paid off
'Cause if I was workin' a regular nine to five I'd get laid off
Some
Lately its been about the
Etheric body
The astral body
And the human body
My third eye is open I rotate it three times
Im by the pool white t on
She
with the vultures
Now I am older
Now I am closer
Yuh
Hey
Woah
Hold up boy listen closer
I was raised by the culture
Hurt inside like an ulcer
But Christ
[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em nine rounds
They will never
Ops don't wanna see offense
Better take caution
White sheet that's a new homi
Now your white T got a new body
Dead nigga in a blunt
I just rolled up
with iron gates
And 2 GX 460s
In the driveway
Numbers on the whip
Like I'm surrounded
By Crips
But that's just that
Big body Lexus
Swapping mommies
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red
and a shovel, yeah
I feel like Rondo with this nine on my waist
I ain't talkin' basketball
We bring straight gun smoke and
That state to state
Walked around
percent body, ninety-nine percent soul
Make me more like you, come on and make me whole
Every day is a new chance to be the man you see in me
So I'll
The windows went down and
The nines went click
People started yellin, bodies started bailin
Bullets cold flyin sendin some to hell and
It's gotta stop
We don't
on a tee, cuz I had 100 rounds
Got a manz on the news, cuz he wanna play around
Come and get your mans; he on the ground
Who the fuck wanna play with my
a piece of large bait
To jaws you getting Shark-Kesha'd
A grave robber, robbin' bodies for Al Qaeda
Still surround you with so
Much Watts around you
You
I always find way
Just to visit home I gotta dip and hit like 5 state
Still rockin’ with that New York mind state
They say i be tripping like Kanye
I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the angered face
Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
I paved the way, 'cause they ain't get
News flash pon CVM 10 man shot today, 3 PM
By di time di police reach
A madden dem gone, not kph
All di dog seh time so rough
Di rob wid di killing
Show me what you got
You got me, you got me
You got me, you got me
I wanna sit you down in the hot seat
Rub all over yo body
I ain't taking bout no
at your broad way broadway
They'll find your bodies
Floating on Riverside
But I see you a loud nigga K
And you like to talk a lot
Well this 9 millimeter
Got a new Nine, bet it leave your mouth wide
Leave you hogtied, burnin' on a campfire
Before I leave the crib, I pray to God I won't die
I know
New York (indistinct)
Stanton Isle, up state, Tri-state
Just for my people
Just for my people
Just for my people
Just for my people
Get down
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