[Verse: God's Gift, Wiley]
Uh huh
You know it's a warville for Morville
Come mi man cyaan debate the fire bomboclaat legs them bandit
Mi name's God's Gift and everybody done know me yah know (Why?)
Cah me run [?], you know (Okay)
Mi no name young buck but now we back on mi, you know (See)
So the pussyole weh outta road cyaan try fuck 'round me, you know (Hm)
Mi cousins an mi uncles a still deya jail, you know (True)
And some puss weh get catch and then even doe still get bail, you know (True)
Cah then nuff police and nuff talk and nuff yutes and tongue, you know
But informa fi dead so dem seh bwoy dem haffi get bun, you know
So listen my life tun mi no light a dark, you know
Cah me dun leave mic an' know where mic mi walkin, you know
Cah mi lost life, you know, say mi lose your life, you know
Don't bother try bring your wife for me cah you may lose your wife, you know
That's why we stay, you know
And that's why we tan, you know (Why?)
And mi nuh play, you know
Where mi come from, you know (And what?)
Mi know one minute man can last long, you know
Cah dem drink one Guinness, draft and stand strong, you know
Strong like a rock, you know, and mi no flop, you know
For mi gyal waan mi fi overcome love and buss shot, you know
A good pole, you know, fi fill up a good hole, you know
Walkin' dung seh watcha when mi done still a fool, you know
And if him waan fi [?] and pop it, mi neva roll, you know
God Gift fi tek him life, you know
Got to tek him fool, you know
And me know some likkle pussyole waan hype up, you know
And dem nuh want no shootout and dem nuh want no fight, you know
And some man smell like dem junk and smell raw, you know (Hm)
And dem nuh wash dem body a mawning and put on a shoe, you know
Some man gwaan like dem richer dem still fucking poor, you know
And dem nuh want no clash with me, and dem nuh want no war, you know
Roll 'way
Fucka
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