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Yea,
Dem fi know,
Yo Craig... Weh Yuh deh
Let's do this, get it,
For real,
Yeah! Da River, Warminister... I got ya,
Ha ha,
Kingston, Jamaica... do this,
Uh!

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Fresh out da building, off da corner,
in da streets, you can crown me if you wanna,
Uh!
I'm da homie,
40 karats on da charm, I homie,
Where you been
In da streets all day to get that gwap,
To da I pray trying to duck them shots,

(I'm dawg, Cry Nation all day... Let's do this, uh.)

Me and my hungry,
nothing in this world like new money,
So da brinks at?
to sink that,

(Real homie... let's do this, uh.)

It's nothing to kill a man,
Niggaz get for that white shit, ten kilograms,
I cry tears at nights and I'm a man,
pounds guerilla man,
Yea, uh!
Niggaz vision, niggaz lackin trust,
Niggaz lackin hope, heart wit lust,
What's I don't know nigga! Cry Nation, that's us,
Yea,
I put my heart on da so my niggaz could ride,
I thought that niggaz could die,
G4 in da sky,
Tell da angels that could fly,
Getting off corner, gotta say goodbye,
And I'm,

(Yea! Warminister, do this.)

I'm in da building, ready to die,
26 on that whip, to ride,
in my heart, blood in my eyes,
Pussy get pushed to da side,
Let dem die,
Yea!
I got my on,
Motherfuckas got my chromed,
got da sickest stones,
I got a at home,
I her ms patron,
High as a motherfucka, can't leave that alone,
I got to burn cuz I'm a live nigga,
Fuck wit Kay you gon die nigga,
Let da 4,5 hit ya,
Throwin dirt on my cuz I don't ride wit ya,
Uh!
at them rocs that I got,
There's on da block,
crews get clapped,
Fake get back,
G's gon ball,
On da way to da top, G's never fall,
Got for y'all,
Kay be on it,
Y'all don't want it wit da young hornet,
On his way to stardom,
moves in Queens, stackin chips in Harlem,
My so blue and my wrist orange,
And we ballin,
still callin,
Hennessey in da cup, yellow pourin,
in peace Terry, pour some criss for him,
I miss you and this shit's boring,
I got you in my homie,
ya family anything they want homie,
You my nigga from da homie,
And I got ya!

Yea, uh!
Da River, Warminister, Jamaica,
Yeah! how we do it,
Fo real... Queens, New York!
Yea, got this... we here,
Cry Nation, yea!
Whassup Zala, Craig... all good, I'm here,
Cry Nation!
Ikay! my name niggaz,
Get to it,
Ha ha ha.