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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,
Fresh in da streets, you can me if you wanna,
Uh!
I'm da homie,
40 on da charm, I bling homie,
Where you homie?
In da streets all day tryin to get gwap,
To da streets I pray trying to duck shots,

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

Me and my hungry,
Ain't in this world like new money,
So da brinks at?
Ready to that,

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

It's like to kill a man,
Niggaz get murdered for that shit, ten kilograms,
I cry tears at and I'm still a man,
Thousand guerilla man,
Yea, uh!
Niggaz lackin vision, lackin trust,
lackin hope, heart filled wit lust,
What's love? I don't know nigga! Cry Nation, us,
Yea,
I put my on da line so my niggaz could ride,
I never thought that could die,
G4 in da sky,
Tell da angels that niggaz fly,
Getting off this corner, say goodbye,
And I'm,

(Yea! Warminister, do this.)

I'm in da building, ready to die,
26 on that whip, to ride,
Anger in my heart, in my eyes,
Pussy niggaz get 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, leave that bitch alone,
I got paper to burn cuz I'm a nigga,
Fuck wit Kay you gon die nigga,
Let da 4,5 hit ya,
Throwin dirt on my picture cuz I don't wit ya,
Uh!
Look at them that I got,
rats on da block,
Fake get clapped,
crews get back,
G's gon ball,
On da way to da top, real G's fall,
Got for y'all,
Kay be on it,
Y'all don't it wit da young black hornet,
On his way to stardom,
Makin in Queens, stackin chips in Harlem,
My so blue and my wrist orange,
And we ballin,
still callin,
Hennessey in da cup, piss pourin,
Rest in Terry, pour some criss for him,
I miss you and this shit's boring,
I got you in my homie,
Give ya family anything they 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!
Zala, Craig... It's all good, I'm here,
Cry Nation!
Ikay! That's my niggaz,
Get to it,
Ha ha ha.