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Verse 1:
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Tell mi when
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Niggas will stop sending other niggas to the pen
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Bitches will stop hating other bitches for their men
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People player hating other people will it end
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Listen to the blend, tell them come again
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Fake ass niggas they can never be my friends
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Back stabbing fools I think its time you comprehend
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We making crazy money so stop watching what we spend
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We multiply by ten
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Selassie fly the gate
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I trample all my enemies cause man a hold the faith
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Mi naw go call no name mi friend
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But nuff a dem nuh straight
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We busy making money nuff a dem a player hate
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Dem fassy deh a bait, well Beenie Man yuh great
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Survival of the fittest and the vibe I generate
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And people give me money for the style that I create
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Even to this date, nuff a dem nuh rate
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The works that I perform and all the good I instigate
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So yuh want to run the place? Well yuh better wait
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Cause nuff a unno want fi box the food outta mi plate
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You old pirate
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Chorus:
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Haters and fools, treating me cruel
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Putting me down, don't want them around
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Sons acting crazy, for money and cars
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Fools wanna see, me go behind bars
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Verse 2
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They want to see me die
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They wanna see me die no doubt
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Beenie Man shining and they all wanna get me out
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Know that they don't like me from the day I came about
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Fassys are behind my back running up their
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We be rolling twenty deep and niggas got clout
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Big up my colleagues who making money down south
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Sailing the Caribbean in million dollar boats
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In winter we'll be wearing fur coats
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Unfortunately, me and the fassy them at war
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Judging from my jewellery you can tell I am a star
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No ordinary fool can't push a fifty-G car
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Nuff a dem a suffer and we all know who they are
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Lot a them don't like us cause their money fits in jars
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We making fat bank account and living like Tzars
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Snitches are working for me to be behind bars
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This time they went a little too far
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Haters And Fools
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Beenie Man & Mr. Easy |