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    Stonyahoy! Stigading wuy na na ding ding wuy! Yeah ha ha ha!

    Yes I waan dem fi know, seh real warriors don't play
    And if yuh romp wid us, you have to run away
    I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
    And if they romp wid us, they have to run away

    Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide)
    Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide)
    Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride)
    Hope dem ready fi di ride

    I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
    And if they romp wid us, they have to run away

    Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide)
    Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide)
    Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride)
    Hope dem ready fi di ride

    Gnagstas ain't this fly, this is just a rare occasion
    You can hear it's blazin soon as the leer is raisin
    Hell yeah we hazin, sexy pair of Bajans
    Chinky eyes dark hair you would swear they Asian
    They Bahama mamas, hols the llama mamas
    Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mama
    Murder them, murder them, they don't make a move until they get word from him
    I could be in Fiji, one call to Gigi
    She on some Belly shit like X with a squiggie
    They say it's gangsta but it's just the way of life
    If life's a bitch better make everyday your wife
    I'm from the era of the shootouts from drug spots
    Happy to be here so I smile in my mug shots
    The David Dinkins years, I even dug Koch
    Before the George Bush drugs watch, Bloodclaat!

    I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
    And if they romp wid us, they have to run away

    Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide)
    Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide)
    Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride)
    Hope dem ready fi di ride

    They say deaf before dishonor
    The scent that you smellin on my breath is marijuana before I left to tijuana
    I told it was war so their nephew or their momma beter wear a tef or their a gonna
    Rah-Rah
    Thats what it sounds like when thugs cry, I see things I see wings when the slugs fly
    Low life loso P Wayne rugby low to them young niggas that know already
    I go back like recline, no need to rewind, I still run through flatbush like the d-line
    Usually just the team, cuz them extra niggaz be unnecessary, just like an uzi with a beam
    A cuzzi full of steam, Suzie and Janeen, niggaz do shit like
    This but its usually in their dream, gangstas dont sleep unless there guns by the bed
    Ever wonder why the bread get snatched by the feds

    I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
    And if they romp wid us, they have to run away

    Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide)
    Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide)
    Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride)
    Hope dem ready fi di ride

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