[Junior Reid]
Yes, I wanted dem to know seh real warriors don't play
And if ya romp wit' us, you have to run away
I want dem to know seh real gangstas don't play
And 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 play
And 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 occasion
You can hear it's blazin' soon as the lair is raisin'
Hell yeah, we hazin', sexy pair of Bajans
Chinky eyes, dark hair - you would swear they Asian
They Bahama mamas, Holy llama mamas
Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mamas
(Murder them, murder them)
They don't make a move until they get word from him
I could be in Fiji, one call to Gigi
She on some Belly shit like X with a squeegee
They say it's gangsta, but it's just the way of life
If life's a bitch, better make everyday your wife
I'm from the era of the shootouts from drug spots
Happy to be here so I smile in my mug shots
The David Dinkin years; I even dug Koch
Before the George Bush drugs watch, blood clot[Junior Reid]
I want dem to know seh real gangstas don't play
And 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 play
And 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 dishonor
The scent that you smellin' on my breath is marijuana 'fore I left the Tijuana
I 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 cry
I see things, see wings, when the slugs fly
Low-life Lo-so, P-wing rug by
Lo to the young niggas I know already
I go back like recline, no need for rewind
Still run through flat-bush like the D-line
Usually just the ten, custom extra niggas be unnecessary
Just like a Uzi with a bing, and a 'cuzi full of steam, Suzi and Janine
Niggas do shit like this, but it's usually in they dreams
Gangsta don't sleep 'less his gun's by the bed
Ever wonder why the bread get snatched by the feds?[Junior Reid]
I want dem to know seh real gangstas don't play
And 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 play
And 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
Songwriters
Jackson, John David / Reid, Delroid (Junior Reid) / Slater, SharifPublished by
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