Jah Cure: Meet me up in Kingston Put me on your radar Iād be out there hustlinĀ“ GettinĀ“ to the paper Come to my neighborhood Be on your best behavior You donāt wanna test, we put the G in the Gangsta Original mangler I can rearrange ya Giving you ordinarily to the danger
I own the block, bitch Acting like a stranger Boy, IĀ“m a major
Shots callinĀ“ like I see it [x2]
[Rick Ross:] Count a half of million In the back sit of the Phantom burn out all the killers just to see my niggers had them Stacking up the paper like itĀ“s going out of style No love for the judge Money longer than the trail Heart full of anger got a pocket full of honeys BurninĀ“ onion in the chalice all you suckers getting punished
Lick a shot for Dudus if youāre real, mother fucker Blaka! Blaka! Two times if youĀ“re real, mother fucker Big 45 for my old G5 stacks on deck but it so behind Never leaving my competition breathing Jah Cure pushing Lamborghinis through Kingston
Shots callinĀ“ like I see it [repeats]
[Mavado:] See me I was caught up in the fast lane Hustle till morning Never stop until the cash came Really "Mister Make It" is my last name Life is like a poker, but I never played my last game
You see me Now they wish they coulda be me Was born in the gully, now Iām big in every city (ha ha) Now IĀ“m gaining every penny Send me to this world again and IĀ“ma make it pretty Heathen best agonize when we rise Smoking cush and have a girl by my side Peeping Tom with them eye open wide Nah tell you something, I ah snide
Shots callinĀ“ like I see it [x4]
[Jah Cure:] Every ghetto Every gully
Every lane
We donāt need no visas To come through your speakers See me in a video Cleaner than a preacher Turn to pay-per-view five nights and me feature You give me respect In return, Iāma treat ya Youth, IĀ“ma reach her Message, IĀ“ma teach her That we go on, we have no time for the leisure Music, we be smuggle in a room for the seizure Pass me a reason
Shots callinĀ“ like I see it [x4]
[Jah Cure:]
Every ghetto Every gully Every lane
Donāt bring trouble on my way Unless you wanna pay Hear the words I say Coming from the Bossman Almighty
This one for the streets For the youth in them in the hot of tha city We ah huslte dis hit to everywhere yes hear me Cure to the World
Looking for me up in Kingston Put me on your radar Iād be out there hustlinĀ“ GettinĀ“ to the paper
Come to my neighborhood Be on your best behavior You donāt wanna test, we put the G in the Gangsta Original mangler I can rearrange ya Giving you ordinarily to the danger I own the block, bitch Acting like a stranger Boy, IĀ“m a major