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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 line goes here, not sure hes sayin)
So wah,

1. Boy now ya dead and bush you a smell
Hey ya run me gun and me sen ya to hell
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 concert, hey me tell a boy
If him bad well Junglist shirt
Inna of a second, ya mus get hurt ya get...

CHO

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

CHO

2. a correl dem
Warn dem so til Sea View dem
How me kill fi fun ya is now me tell dem
bus and informer smell dem
Police a come dem fren go tell dem
But dem shoulda know seh Water House dont dem
Black bullet is dat me use and jeer dem
Gih (give) dem Black Rhino seh go home go dem
Marrow fly to di sky me no and no guy me takes, no alibi, anyway

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 bullet inna ya head, damage ya brain well
See me an me gun and ya go me like a pearch
Now ya dead and all ya head de a
Dis 45 concert, hey me tell a boy
If him bad well soil shirt
split of a second, ya mus get hurt ya get...

Gun Down, di middle of
Gun Town, meh silent gun will
No Sound, dem blood dem gwan drown
put in another round dem get...
Gun Down, di middle of
Gun Town, meh silent gun will
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 bullet is dat me use abuse him
him up BAD so til madden a refuse him
But me know di dog and di Crow wi choose him
And all di fly and di remove him
Marrow fly to di sky me no and no guy me takes, no alibi, anyway

Boy now ya dead and bush you a smell
Hey ya run inna me gun, me sen ya to
Rise against me gun inna minute ya
Get bullet inna ya head, nyam out ya brain cell
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 silent gun make.......

John Crow.......Those big black birds better 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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