(Intro) As yo slipped yo dead Shot no miss yo head Police hate rasta but the force still dread Politics a folitricks, pure misled Ghetto statistic is the same Jamaica
(Chorus) A no play thing right in a Ochi heart Don’t think lion heart soft St. Mary no play king, over Flanka Mobay Mi tek yo Norwood and a the same thing
Kingston a no play thing, in a Portmore heart Don’t trust shadow after dark St. Mary no play king, over Clarindon mi tell yo Yark town dem a the same thing
(Verse 1) Busy did already tell yo these are the days Some real grimy days when shatters grease all the K’s If yuh no vigilant dem left yo diciest or decay In the suffering time when dem decrease all wi wage Wi grow up like a gorilla, wi no fear no fella Ready fi elevate just like a captor wid a popular Youths weh go a street college, wa yo think dem study fah? Fi buss it and meck money pon the corrida
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(Verse 2) Yo cyaa be no soft soap in a this Nuff marrow fly without passport and visa in a split Second, know weh yo deh pon when yo walk road in a this Hey no pass code fi navis Jamaica full a more cell that the body when war start Blood stream out run the cabby More poastmarting that post office naturally A no fool dem a shrub out pon the black chally