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1. My pocket is week, my heart is willing |
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Ah want a pound a rice, but can't find a shillin |
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Can't buy the chicken back, much less the chicken |
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Turn left and right is pure gunshot a fling |
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Every whey mi guh is wicked song them a sing |
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Now hear mi now Queens, and hear mi now Kings |
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All over this world, local and Foreign |
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Black and white, mi naah prejudice skin |
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Now hear mi mister Lou, mister Wong and mister Chin |
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To kill another man what good does that bring |
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i feel it so much till cold bump take mi skin |
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Mi head start to hurt mi, and mi eyes dem a spin |
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CHO |
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Who give the guns, who give the crack |
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No-one to take the blame |
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And a who import the guns and cocaine |
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And a who innaculate the ghetto youths brain |
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And mobilize dem inna this Bloodsport game |
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Say if you want to rich, you haffi kill Shane |
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And wicked enough to kill him mother miss Jane |
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Mek dem say you a di wickedest man pon the lane |
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And if you want you respect fi long like a train |
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Well you better make shot fall like a rain |
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You haffi put one foot pon then concord plane |
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Hey, you better sell twenty kilo a cocaine |
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CHO |