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Look how the man them sit up pon the sidewalk |
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A set out them business |
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The woman them, some with little children, |
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See how they spread out |
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And it's the start of another day |
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That's how they work to get their pay |
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And they're trying to do their best |
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Each and every day |
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They'll sell you this |
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They'll sell you that |
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Goods, cash, delivery on the spot |
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They juggle among |
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Thieves and killers |
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Who sometimes rob, or shoot a higgler |
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Police and soldiers in the area |
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Man a run up and down because of fear, sah |
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Who is gonna control the situation |
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It's getting out of hand |
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There must be some way to hold it down |
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Just the other day the man them satta |
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Pon the corner |
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Robber move through |
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And take them off guard sah |
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So they juck down a higgler |
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And rob him of him goods sah |
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They live pon the people them |
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Like when John Crow swarm dead meat |
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They cut off the lady finger |
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Just to take her ring sah |
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Wa kind a thing that you a deal with |
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Whoa yea |
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Can't go so way |