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Intro:
Well this one reaching out to all the leaders, and the media, Well this is Rodney Price aka Bounty Kiler, The leader for Poor People Government Chorus Well poor people fed up to how yuh system sheg up Yuh issue gun fi wi pickney bus Pooor people fed up to how yuh system sheg up Well everyday the ghetto youths dead up 1. Mi ask the leader Him a di arranger Wat mek poor people surround by danger? Fly an the roach an giant mosquita Sewage water whey fill wid pure bacteria Unno ever tak a look dung inna di Riverton area Bactu, and Seaview, Waterhouse, Kentire Long time the MP him nuh come near yah, And the nedda one whey claims sey she a counselor Rob senventy five percent and gi wi quarter Conquer the land nuh waan fi gi wi a acre Disconnect mi light an chop off mi water To the Kings of Kings, well mi know them shall answer The Lords of Lords well a him a wi sponsor The lion from Judah dem well waan conquer The eagle an the bear and the Queen an all daughter Haile Selassie I mi know the whole a dem after But them a go guh dung inna flames and water See Selassie I nuh tek fi fun or laughter Cho 2. Some lost dem roots and figot dem culture Nuh study the past, dem nuh know the future Some nuh tek telling, so dem end up so vulgar Dem don't know Selassie I from Ethiopia Serious as mi born, nuh tek mi for any joker Dat same man mek mi hol dem note yah Mi nuh play dem casino, mi nuh play dem poker Dem plan fi destroy wi wid the coke an drugs yah Nuff gravalicious like a damn baracoota Plan to lick Ronnie Thwaites off a di piece a scooter Yuh think dem like to see wi inna dem hot car ya Wid dem hot gal yah a sing dem song ya Dem song yah stronger than them vial and obeah Mi a go heng Pope Paul wid da piece a rope ya Jus because...... Cho From Top |
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| 2. |
| 3:40 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:17 |
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Intro, Chorus:
Michael Jackson brought you Thriller It made all the gun-man hollar Mack 11 guard your grilla First verse: Lauryn Hill, Bounty Killer ( Lauryn ) Why you gwan, watch out for Babylon, MC's babble on and on I phenom, bomb like Ethiopians, not Italions, Queen Asheba, balance like a Libra, rain like meteor storms, that change forms like the pillars of Islam, make the best rule, and f**k the rest who'll, it takes one drop of purity to clean the cess pool, the next crew, will be comprised of kings and queens wearing crowns and holiday scepters, facing Mecca, making records, raiding biblio-techas, I sip nectars with gods in the streetapparel, keep the path straight and narrow while we bombin' on Pharaoh, so Bounty Killer pour the sorrel let's make plans for tommorow, ( Bounty Killer ) Cause if it's down a Sodom and Gommorah Refugees we nah go so Chorus Second verse: Bounty Killer, Wyclef ( Bounty Killer ) So talk weel if you vex, try and jump in a mi chest, you Mr. Punk, well come and do your next best, mi end you distress, mi lay you to rest, askel 45, Fugees dem tech. Well talk well if you vex, try and jump inna mi chest, you Mr. Punk, well come and do your next best, mi end you distress, mi lay you to rest, rappers from the east and rappers from the west, well ( Wyclef ) Yo, five years old I heard shots out the window, I thought that it was Zorro, driving in from Mexico, I asked my father Pablo who the hell is this Paco, he said It's Bounty Killer, He's driving in from Montego. ( Bounty Killer ) That's when shots start to echo from yah so and from deh so, well that is the life of a nigger from the ghetto, moving 40 kilo, from here to Puerto Rico, smoke my manifico, but i never do perico. ( Wyclef ) Yo, this is a sound clash, you ain't fit for the job, you're vagina, and you're making my cock hard, you wanna rap, here's presents, go rap it in a box, you versus me is like a mouse versus a ox, Wyclef, preacher's son, I sing a hym the lights get dim, reflection of the end, is your face facing a coffin, oops, to abstract so you kill me with gaps, figments of your imagination, you never delt with incarceration. ( Bounty Killer ) Thought i heard you want to be my rival, askel 45 a it a idol, them start war end no seek survival, Refugees we gonna treat them detrimental, Punks, fools. Bridge: Wyclef, Bounty Another sound boy dies, slow deth, Refugee Camp, Bounty Killer...... Chorus Third verse: Praz, Wyclef, Praz, Bounty Killer ( Praz ) Through the temples of doom somehow we managed to bloom like blossoms, by any means necessary said Malcolm, nights before battle we play dead like possums, mimimizing our losses like caution to the maximum, stratiges for the Refugees, how many mics do you trip, I say not to many Yo, which man runs from my magnum, Haitian shot a man Them blame Jamaicans Chorus ( Bounty Killer ) Yeah, yeah yeah..... Outro: Bounty Killer, Wyclef Well talk well if you vex, try and jump in a mi chest, you Mr. Punk, well come and do your next best, mi end you distress, mi lay you to rest, askel 45, New York gun take, well talk if you vex, try and jump in a mi chest, so Mr. Punk, well come and do your next best, mi end you distress, mi lay you to rest, askel 45, California take, well, well ( Wyclef ) Bounty Killer on the borderline, Refugee camp, Wyclef, L. Boogie, Prazwell and it don't stop. ( music fades ) |
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| 4. |
| 3:24 |
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| 5. |
| 3:15 |
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| 6. |
| 4:27 |
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| 7. |
| 4:01 |
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| 8. |
| 3:39 |
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| 9. |
| 3:41 |
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| 10. |
| 3:24 |
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| 11. |
| 4:04 |
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| 12. |
| 3:21 |
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Intro
Lawd-a-mercy Well di 45 in concert dem soil gunman shirt it jus cant work Lawd-a-mercy Well me warn him and me tell him Ill nevva stop til di 45 smell him and Black Rhino and Black Talon gonna correl him me wonda who sen him me aguh en him who tell him seh me a frien him (one sentence). Lawd-a-mercy Me hear seh man a bend him So wah, Well 1. Boy now ya dead and inna bush you a smell Hey ya run inna me gun and me sen ya to hell Rise against me gun inna minute ya fell Get bullet inna ya head, nyam out ya brain cell well See me an me gun and ya go tek me for a pearch Now ya dead and all ya head de a dirt Meh 45 inna concert, hey me tell a boy If him bad well soil Junglist shirt Inna split of a second, ya mus get hurt ya get... CHO Gun Down, inna di middle of Gun Town, hey meh silent gun will make No Sound, inna dem blood dem gwan drown Reload put in another round dem get... Gun Down, inna di middle of Gun Town, meh silent gun will make No Sound, inna dem bllod dem gwan drown How dem fi tek T.G. fi clown now... CHO 2. Gunshot a correl dem Warn dem so til Sea View expell dem How me kill fi fun ya tink is now me tell dem Forty-five bus and informer smell dem Police a come true dem fren go tell dem But dem shoulda know seh Water House dont fear dem Black blunt bullet is dat me use and jeer dem Gih (give) dem Black Rhino seh go home go wear dem Marrow fly to di sky me no punk and no guy me takes, no alibi, anyway Boy now ya dead and inna bush you a smell Hey ya run inna me gun and me sen ya to hell Rise against me gun inna minute ya fell Get bullet inna ya head, damage ya brain cell well See me an me gun and ya go style me like a pearch Now ya dead and all ya head de a dirt Dis 45 inna concert, hey me tell a boy If him bad well soil Dandemite shirt Inna split of a second, ya mus get hurt ya get... Gun Down, inna di middle of Gun Town, meh silent gun will make No Sound, inna dem blood dem gwan drown Reload put in another round dem get... Gun Down, inna di middle of Gun Town, meh silent gun will make No Sound, inna dem blood dem gwan drown How dem fi tek Dunkirk fi clown now... 4. Deh pon ma corner coolin Caan tell ya how dis likkle punk tek bootsin How me 45 is jus gladly choose him Caan tell ya how him family gwan loose him Black blunt bullet is dat me use abuse him Chop him up BAD so til madden a refuse him But me know di dog and di John Crow wi choose him And all di fly and di roach remove him Marrow fly to di sky me no pamper and no guy me takes, no alibi, anyway Boy now ya dead and inna bush you a smell Hey ya run inna me gun, me sen ya to hell Rise against me gun inna minute ya fell Get bullet inna ya head, nyam out ya brain cell well See Daily Bread and ya go tek him for a pearch Now ya dead and all ya head de a dirt Bromwell inna concert, hey me tell a boy If him bad well soil Elephant shirt Inna split of a second, ya mus get hurt wah ya get... Gun Down, Yeah Inna di middle of Gun Town, me have a silent gun will make....... John Crow.......Those big black birds better known as Turkey Buzzards that swarms dead meat. T.G......referring to Tivoli Gardens. Elephant and Daily Bread ......members of the Scare Dem Crew. Big Up Oronde |
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| 13. |
| 3:21 |
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| 14. |
| 2:58 |
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| 15. |
| 3:14 |
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| 16. |
| 4:04 |
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| 17. |
| 4:00 |
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| 18. |
| 3:21 |
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(feat. Jeru The Damaja)
(Chorus: Bounty Killer) Suicide or murder In this jungle this they be glad to hang ya Plus the galley man learn fi not to linger Blow fast just like a gas cylinder And then Suicide or murder Will this save you with this brand new gun ya Want to hold back man he's gonna fi linger Your head is like a boss gun shot with sin ya (Verse One: Bounty Killer) Yes boy you see me contender Me not retreat,and me no surrender Gun shot attack them like a rat in a blender Gun shot they get up me pull up they get sent up Heard they shot a woman and me hurt defender Word like a liar then me kick like ninja Gonna rob them cents bea wanna like bazooka(?) You say it sucks, its gone get bunch harder Not ready to kill, then ready your heena This man from Rockport & then from Reema Clean up (Chorus) (Verse Two: Jeru) Murder them, murder them Test the most high, it's a suicide mission MCs dead, all others fled fearing the power thunder and lightning lyrics like hot lead showered through the desert and in the jungle when I bust off shots I blow up spots, & competition turns humble guns rumble, bodies tumble but I can't be injured when I kill the contenders I escape like a ninja (Chorus) (Verse Three: Bounty Killer) Yes boy, we gonna drive life trife uh Juice get ame up like a scuba diver Whores get a west up & then maybe wise up Long time we dare you had a great survivor Devil said you're wicked and your Bud Light's whiter Kill or be killed and see the heart rise up So just keep on killing, then fi gonna ride up Yes boy (Chorus) (Verse Four: Jeru) When my mind spray, you must lay down get flat Or snatch up your girl & your gun, & shoot your way out the back When I fire, the lingo blows out your rib cage You retire the sound and not because of old age Blood splatters and holy fire turns to dawn Killing smooth and silently like the Rasta James Bond Armed and dangerous, so grab your pistols But like an MX missile, I'll rip right through you Some rather die, then face a fate worse than hell With a bounty on your hood and Bounty Killer on your tail (Chorus) |
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| 3:11 |
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| 20. |
| 3:36 |
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