Like I See It (Remix)

[Jah Cure:]

Jamaica, stand up!

[Rick Ross:]

Yeah!

To all rude boys in the capital

Cure again

[Mavado:]

Ye-e-eh

Jah Cure:

Meet me up in Kingston

Put me on your radar

I'd be out there hustlin'

Gettin' to the paper

Come to my neighborhood

Be on your best behavior

You don't wanna test, we put the G in the Gangsta

Original mangler

I can rearrange ya

Giving you ordinarily to the danger

I own the block, bitch

Acting like a stranger

Boy, I'm a major

Shots callin' like I see it [x2]

[Rick Ross:]

Count a half of million

In the back sit of the Phantom

Burn out all the killers just to see my niggers had them

Stacking up the paper like it's going out of style

No love for the judge

Money longer than the trail

Heart full of anger got a pocket full of honeys

Burnin' onion in the chalice all you suckers getting punished

Lick a shot for Dudus if you're real, mother fucker

Blaka! Blaka! Two times if you're real, mother fucker

Big 45 for my old G5

Stacks on deck but it so behind

Never leaving my competition breathing

Jah Cure pushing Lamborghinis through Kingston

Shots callin' like I see it [repeats]

[Mavado:]

See me

I was caught up in the fast lane

Hustle till morning

Never stop until the cash came

Really "Mister Make It" is my last name

Life is like a poker, but I never played my last game

You see me

Now they wish they coulda be me

Was born in the gully, now I'm big in every city

(Ha ha)

Now I'm gaining every penny

Send me to this world again and I'm a make it pretty

Heathen best agonize when we rise

Smoking cush and have a girl by my side

Peeping Tom with them eye open wide

Nah tell you something, I ah snide

Shots callin' like I see it [x4]

[Jah Cure:]

Every ghetto

Every gully

Every lane

We don't need no visas

To come through your speakers

See me in a video

Cleaner than a preacher

Turn to pay-per-view five nights and me feature

You give me respect

In return, I'm a treat ya

Youth, I'm a reach her

Message, I'm a teach her

That we go on, we have no time for the leisure

Music, we be smuggle in a room for the seizure

Pass me a reason

Shots callin' like I see it [x4]

[Jah Cure:]

Every ghetto

Every gully

Every lane

Don't bring trouble on my way

Unless you wanna pay

Hear the words I say

Coming from the Bossman Almighty

This one for the streets

For the youth in them in the hot of tha city

We ah huslte dis hit to everywhere yes hear me

Cure to the World

Looking for me up in Kingston

Put me on your radar

I'd be out there hustlin'

Gettin' to the paper

Come to my neighborhood

Be on your best behavior

You don't wanna test, we put the G in the Gangsta

Original mangler

I can rearrange ya

Giving you ordinarily to the danger

I own the block, bitch

Acting like a stranger

Boy, I'm a major

Shots callin' like I see it

Jamaica, Stand up!

Yeah!

Ye-e-eh