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Wickedness increase!
But that a di least
We done with di war of justice and peace
So, every look pon dem and tell dem say, "some a bwoy dem wicked"
Lord have His mercy
Black people, wha' me tell dem say?
I sing!
I say!
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
And nuff of dem always end up die zero
Wicked man say
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
Yes, and dem never yet lick outta man marrow
Unuh, ask dem
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
Yes, and dem never push a gun inna a barrow
Why?
Prophet nah beg, neither borrow
You mad?
Nah smoke no coke and paro
You fool?
Rude bwoy nuh live inna man shadow
If you diss di program, him lick out your marrow
No way to escape, that mean your life narrow
Call Mr. Madden, tell him dig out di barrow
Gangsta a go push down your body inna di barrow
Mama man a really 'cause a pain and sorrow
Papa, well him head a same, inside hollow
Di prophet a run yaso, and him run dehso
Shot a buss yaso, shot a buss dehso
If me shot done, me start flex like a taro
Draw fi mi sword, and mi bound and arrow
Me will chop off your head, me will shot out your marrow
And sing!
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
And nuff of dem always end up die zero
Wicked man say
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
Yes, and dem never yet lick outta man marrow
Unuh, ask dem
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
Yes, and dem never push a gun inna a barrow
Me look pon dem and tell dem say
I say, before you diss mi program, you fi stop for awhile
Easy like a baby and cool like a child
Screwface business, that outta smile
When we a murder people, we shot, dem a smile
Choose trouble, drive from all a hundred mile
Before you diss mi program, you fi check out mi file
And know who, and who me put under di soil
And know who, from who fat skin me pull up and boil
And sing!
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
And nuff of dem always end up die zero
Wicked man say
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
Yes, and dem never yet lick outta man marrow
Unuh, ask dem
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
Yes, and dem never push a gun inna a barrow
Me sing!
Before you diss mi program, gangsta, you better think
Look inna mi journal if you see mi gun a print
Murder informer weh gwan give you di link
Shot inna your face, me say, before you blink
But you a wicked man and me nuh know when fi
And you standing on a sand that will surely gwan sink
And there is no way to run, and no way to sprint
You diss di prophet, you know a pure blood shedding
And sing!
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
And nuff of dem always end up die zero
Wicked man say
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
Yes, and dem never yet lick outta man marrow
Di prophet say
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
Yes, and dem never push a gun inna a barrow
Why?
Before your body will come outta your mouth
So, watch your talk, your speak, and watch how you shout
Before you diss di program, things you fi find out
And know who a soldier from who a snout
And know who run di East, di West, di North, and di South
And know who, from who fah headback get lick out
And know who, from who fah teeth get knock out
You diss di prophet, you know your light a go out
And sing!
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
And nuff of dem always end up die zero
Wicked man say
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
Yes, and dem never yet lick outta man marrow
Unuh, ask dem
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
Yes, and dem never push a gun inna a barrow
Why?
Di prophet nah beg, neither borrow
You mad?
Nah smoke no coke and paro
You fool?
Prophet nuh live inna man shadow
If you diss di program, him lick out your marrow
No way to escape, that mean your life narrow
Call Mr. Madden, tell him dig out di barrow
'Cause we a go push down your body inna di barrow
Mama man a really 'cause a pain and sorrow
Papa, well him head a same, inside hollow
Di prophet run yaso, and him run dehso
Shot a buss yaso, shot a buss dehso
If me shot done, me start flex like a taro
Draw fi mi sword, and mi bound and arrow
Me will chop off your head, me will shot out your marrow
Unuh sing!
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
And nuff of dem always end up die zero
Wicked man say
How dem a gwan like dem bad so?
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