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Heartbeat

Anthony B./Bounty Killer/Jack Radic/Red Rose
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Nah no mercy! Hey yo, youth and youths, leave the violence and the crime behind Seek the Almighty at this time Take your Bible and leave your nine One time It's Bounce Killer alongside Anthony Red Rose Along with Jah Chronixx and Anthony B Hey yo, take this! Nah no mercy! One time, no crime Fine Uh huh Yeah! Goodness gracious, Lord! Uh huh What a yah gwan, y'all? Uh huh Take it in your brains Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on You all know we don't get to youths Hey! It's time to live up, enuh Bus' it, star! Hear me now, son Look how you grab it, and you buss it and run Six weeks later, you under the ground Upon your grave with some flowers blossom What's the matter with you? Chuck it and back up in your own Waterloo Stuck on pon rude boy like crazy glue Now you drop out and leave your crew When you should've been dancing, dancing, dancing Dancing to your own heartbeat You woulda still deh a street If you were dancing, dancing, dancing Dancing to your own heartbeat You wouldn't lie with a reet Hear me now, star Rude boys outta road, a you fi listen to me proper You better change your ways and praise up Almighty Jah Jah Nuh talk 'bout you cold heartless and how you bitter Hey, hold your seat right now, we beg you satta Well The killing, and the violence, and the war, and the crime Put it down because it don't make sense Must be smoking or you're choking, but you need some love fi get Or you must fi under some influence You should've been dancing, dancing, dancing Dancing to your own heartbeat You woulda still deh a street If you were dancing, dancing, dancing Dancing to your own heartbeat You wouldn't lie with a reet So, tell me why, why, why, Lord You're blaming your life on the system Please tell me When it's you, you, you Make yourself that victim Good Lord, good Lord, good Lord Wha' make dem hate it so hard? Buss it and you chuck it, I say you a gun lord Nuff comes and goes, witness dem die hard Everyday you have it, I say you a bombatch For some reward See youths dead everyday because of cold play Caught up in the system giving dem life away You better learn the rules of the game before you play Yo, mi youth! Hear me now, son Look how you grab it, and you buss it and run Few weeks later, you under the ground On your coffin with some flowers a blossom Yo, what's the matter with you? You chuck it and back up in your own Waterloo You stuck on pon the rude boy like crazy glue And now you drop out and leave your crew You should've been dancing, dancing, dancing Dancing to your own heartbeat You woulda still deh a street If you were dancing, dancing, dancing Dancing to your own heartbeat You wouldn't lie with a reet Yow, yow Rude boys outta road, a you fi listen to me proper You better change your ways and praise Almighty Jah Jah Nuh talk 'bout you cold heartless and how you bitter Hey, hold your seat right now, we beg you satta Well The killing, and the violence, and the war, and the crime Put it down because it don't make sense You must be smoking or you're choking, but you need some love fi get Or you must fi under influence You should've been dancing, dancing, dancing Dancing to your own heartbeat You woulda still deh a street If you were dancing, dancing, dancing Dancing to your own heartbeat You wouldn't lie with a reet