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Well di 45 in concert dem soil shirt it jus cant work

Well me warn him and me tell him Ill nevva stop til di 45 him and
Rhino and Black Talon gonna correl him me wonda who sen him me aguh
en him who tell him seh me a him (one sentence).

(another goes here, not sure what hes sayin)
So wah,

1. Boy now ya dead and bush you a smell
Hey ya run inna me gun and me sen ya to
against me gun inna minute ya fell
Get inna ya head, nyam out ya brain cell well
See me an me gun and ya go tek me for a
Now ya dead and all ya head de a
Meh 45 inna concert, hey me a boy
If him bad well Junglist shirt
Inna split of a second, ya mus get ya get...

CHO

Gun Down, di middle of
Gun Town, hey meh gun will make
No Sound, inna dem dem gwan drown
Reload put in another dem get...
Gun Down, di middle of
Gun Town, meh gun will make
No Sound, inna dem bllod dem gwan
How dem fi tek T.G. fi now...

CHO

2. Gunshot a dem
dem so til Sea View expell dem
How me kill fi fun ya tink is now me dem
Forty-five bus and smell dem
Police a true dem fren go tell dem
But dem know seh Water House dont fear dem
Black bullet is dat me use and jeer dem
Gih (give) dem Black seh go home go wear dem
Marrow fly to di sky me no punk and no guy me takes, no alibi,

Boy now ya dead and bush you a smell
Hey ya run me gun and me sen ya to hell
Rise against me gun inna ya fell
Get bullet ya head, damage ya brain cell well
See me an me gun and ya go style me a pearch
Now ya dead and all ya de a dirt
Dis 45 concert, hey me tell a boy
If him bad soil Dandemite shirt
split of a second, ya mus get hurt ya get...

Gun Down, di middle of
Gun Town, meh silent gun make
No Sound, inna dem blood dem gwan
put in another round dem get...
Gun Down, di middle of
Gun Town, meh silent gun make
No Sound, dem blood dem gwan drown
How dem fi tek fi clown now...

4. Deh pon ma coolin
Caan tell ya how dis punk tek bootsin
How me 45 is jus gladly him
Caan ya how him family gwan loose him
Black blunt bullet is dat me use him
Chop him up BAD so til madden a him
But me know di dog and di Crow wi choose him
And all di fly and di roach him
fly to di sky me no pamper and no guy me takes, no alibi, anyway

Boy now ya dead and inna bush you a
Hey ya run me gun, me sen ya to hell
Rise me gun inna minute ya fell
Get bullet inna ya head, out ya brain cell well
See Daily and ya go tek him for a pearch
Now ya dead and all ya de a dirt
Bromwell concert, hey me tell a boy
If him bad well soil shirt
split of a second, ya mus get hurt wah ya get...
Gun Down,
Inna di of
Gun Town, me have a gun will make.......

John Crow.......Those big black birds known as Turkey Buzzards that swarms dead meat.

T.G......referring to Tivoli Gardens. Elephant and Daily Bread ......members of the Dem Crew.

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