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Lets do this! Thought they knew this? They can't refuse this Sizzla Kalonji alongside Teflon, Popcaan (get there, get there) Iyvah! We a go deal with Babylon case, ya hear? (Of course!) Str8! What?! {Chorus: Sizzla} You same one all a the guns dem a go turn pon Your judgement you can't even run from Poor people a go rebel when dem cyan see a way out And dem don't know weh dem next meal a come from Babylon... You same one all a the guns dem a go done pon Your judgement you can't even run from Poor people a go rebel when dem don't see a way out And dem don't know weh dem next meal a come from Hold on, clothes cyaa buy Food cyaa buy Mama, she a bawl seh the bills dem high Pockets dem dry, bullets start fly Politician dem, a tell bere lie Hey, if you born uptown... tell me weh you know 'bout ply Dada, anuh riot ago gwan When the youths dem cry {Chorus: Sizzla} You same one all a the guns dem a go turn pon Your judgement you can't even run from Poor people a go rebel when dem cyan see a way out And dem don't know weh dem next meal a come from Babylon... You same one all a the guns dem a go done pon Your judgement you can't even run from Poor people a go rebel when dem don't see a way out And dem don't know weh dem next meal a come from Hey! The guns dem a you import dem Through the port dem, fi we sport dem When pickney deh a Yaad, hungry a choke dem Nuff application put in, and you revoke dem Give we some a the tax office money, you mek a the court dem Politician nah help the youth dem, nah support dem If you nah imprison ghetto youths, you a deport dem Destroy the youths dem temple with the coke dem A that a slope dem And then you go cut off the people dem light outta South then {Chorus: Sizzla} You same one all a the guns dem a go turn pon Your judgement you can't even run from Poor people a go rebel when dem cyan see a way out And dem don't know weh dem next meal a come from Babylon... You same one all a the guns dem a go done pon Your judgement you can't even run from Poor people a go rebel when dem don't see a way out And dem don't know weh dem next meal a come from Your business going great Can afford to close the gate You got things a waste Some people got nothing inna plate Tell dem that Kalonji, the rich boys dem moving spongy When people a dead fi hungry all over the country Tell some hustlers, better you hush your mouth Ghetto youth want a try and you shut dem out Fi the same bad heart people, we a cut dem out From dem come fi hurt the poor, Kalonji lock dem out! {Chorus: Sizzla} You same one all a the guns dem a go turn pon Your judgement you can't even run from Poor people a go rebel when dem cyan see a way out And dem don't know weh dem next meal a come from Babylon... You same one all a the guns dem a go done pon Your judgement you can't even run from Poor people a go rebel when dem don't see a way out And dem don't know weh dem next meal a come from Lets do this! Thought they knew this? They can't refuse this Sizzla Kalonji alongside Teflon, Popcaan (get there, get there) Iyvah! We ago deal with Babylon case, ya hear? (Of course!) Str8! What?! {Outro: Sizzla} You same one all a the guns dem a go turn pon Your judgement you can't even run from Poor people a go rebel when dem cyan see a way out And dem don't know weh dem next meal a come from Babylon...
Writer(s): Writer Unknown, Ainsley Shomari Morris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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