| who dem
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| cyaan cool
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| so mi go so yow
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| Babylon days are numbered
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| I see them fall and slumber
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| I hear dem a bawl and blunder, so easily they going down
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| Welcome to the streets of the tough life
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| As a warrior me grow up with a rough life
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| when we touch di caana, we nuh run drama
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| real gangsta nuh love spotlight
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| when me step to the food no joke about it
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| hot fire start blaze and dem cyaan come out it
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| anything inna me way better move
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| cause if you mek a move to me food, you get the whole clip.
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| And me say bless up fi di poor
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| make your, make your life better
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| money fi di poor me say, and through the weather
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| bless up fi di poor
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| make your, make your life better
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| better, better, better
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| Hey babylon a crosses
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| well a di wrong set a youths dem go fass with
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| wooi! | 
| dem a sanke under the grass with
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| nuff a dem guh go now to the bosses
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| well a fireman a bun dem a go scorch with
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| so we a go bun dem to ashes
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| a nuff youths dem have as hostage
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| say dem wah fi shoot di youth dem like a partridge
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| with them cartridge
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| (deh one yah name)
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| And me say bless up fi di poor
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| make your, make your life better
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| money fi di poor me say, and through the weather
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| bless up fi di poor
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| make your, make your life better
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| better, better, better
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| Poor people a suffer so long me observe it
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| morning to night dem offer dem service
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| do it for the children, make sure preserve it
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| poor people more than willing and worthy
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| give dem everything and givbem more than that
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| give dem everything and givbem more pon that
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| poor people foundation, and me sure 'bout that
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| From the floor to the top
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| And me say bless up fi di poor
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| make your, make your life better
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| money fi di poor me say, and through the weather
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| bless up fi di poor
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| make your, make your life better
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| better, better, better
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| Gangster rules, affi know how fi hunt fi eat
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| you affi pressure tjhe road, seven days a week
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| to survive in the streets, them ask how we dweet?
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| me tell them no surrender, me say no retreat
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| we living in the datys of the mob
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| ain’t no informing ting
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| don’t call the 5−0
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| they will kill for the money that you have
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| when you hand the gold to make the dough you better lie low
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| every ghetto youths affi reach somewhere
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| And me say bless up fi di poor
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| make your, make your life better
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| money fi di poor me say, and through the weather
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| bless up fi di poor
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| make your, make your life better
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| better, better, better
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| Babylon days are numbered
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| I see them fall and slumber
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| I hear dem a bawl and blunder, so easily they going down |