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[Junior Reid]Yes, I wanted dem to know seh real warriors don't playAnd if ya romp wit' us, you have to run awayI want dem to know seh real gangstas don't playAnd if they romp wit' us, they have to run awayKnow they romp wit' us and they go run and a hide (hide)Slip dem, go slip, and now a slide dem, go slide (slide)Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (pride)Hope dem ready fi di rideI want dem to know seh real gangstas don't playAnd if they romp wit' us, they have to run away[Verse 2: Junior Reid]Know they romp wit' us and they go run and a hide (hide)Slip dem, go slip, and now a slide dem, go slide (slide)Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (pride)Hope dem ready fi di ride[Fabolous]Gangstas, ain't this fly? This is just a rare occasionYou can hear it's blazin' soon as the lair is raisin'Hell yeah, we hazin', sexy pair of BajansChinky eyes, dark hair - you would swear they AsianThey Bahama mamas, Holy llama mamasLetras de cancionesPut the gangsta grills on when it's drama mamas(Murder them, murder them)They don't make a move until they get word from himI could be in Fiji, one call to GigiShe on some Belly shit like X with a squeegeeThey say it's gangsta, but it's just the way of lifeIf life's a bitch, better make everyday your wifeI'm from the era of the shootouts from drug spotsHappy to be here so I smile in my mug shotsThe David Dinkin years; I even dug KochBefore the George Bush drugs watch, blood clot[Junior Reid]I want dem to know seh real gangstas don't playAnd if they romp wit' us, they have to run awayKnow they romp wit' us and they go run and a hide (hide)Slip dem, go slip, and now a slide dem, go slide (slide)Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (pride)Hope dem ready fi di rideI want dem to know seh real gangstas don't playAnd if they romp wit' us, they have to run awayKnow they romp wit' us and they go run and a hide (hide)Slip dem, go slip, and now a slide dem, go slide (slide)Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (pride)Hope dem ready fi di ride[Fabolous]We say death before dishonorThe scent that you smellin' on my breath is marijuana 'fore I left the TijuanaI told them it was war, so they nephew or they mama Better wear Teph or they a gonner (blah, blah)That's what it sounds like when thugs cryI see things, see wings, when the slugs flyLow-life Lo-so, P-wing rug byLo to the young niggas I know alreadyI go back like recline, no need for rewindStill run through flat-bush like the D-lineUsually just the ten, custom extra niggas be unnecessaryJust like a Uzi with a bing, and a 'cuzi full of steam, Suzi and JanineNiggas do shit like this, but it's usually in they dreamsGangsta don't sleep 'less his gun's by the bedEver wonder why the bread get snatched by the feds?[Junior Reid]I want dem to know seh real gangstas don't playAnd if they romp wit' us, they have to run awayKnow they romp wit' us and they go run and a hide (hide)Slip dem, go slip, and now a slide dem, go slide (slide)Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (pride)Hope dem ready fi di rideI want dem to know seh real gangstas don't playAnd if they romp wit' us, they have to run awayKnow they romp wit' us and they go run and a hide (hide)Slip dem, go slip, and now a slide dem, go slide (slide)Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (pride)Hope dem ready fi di ride From Letras Mania