make them come now we then gun down
other to watch and nowhere to run now
chop the fate and know them flex son
about to meet what the God
me non know know how kick off da door
think me non know how to 404
think me non know how to second my score
we see past something nobody knows
got dem fool if dem touch my door
got dem on a defence we not need nothing more
iffa never send dem for get my aura
we are bump dem all on night light sword
right now we not afraif of dem
and if they push me to the limit we now get to dem
me now push one them on self defence
tell dem fuckin Richie Riott in a fuckin refence
come on lifty I bail with dem
not any of us guilty God deal with dem
speak fire ...
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