Baligaga

Dem bwoy, dey a TV gangsta

Coulda neva wanna see my anger

Can you relate?

It's too late

If a bwoy think this a na go ' round ting

Control him, that a just mounting

So far bad man sling it with a right and squeeze

Any time, any night, when we live and drunk

Inna fire we no jump outta fry pan, 'pon our honor

So no war we nah shy from

This eagle inna sky, it a flies 'pon

Give me a reason or ya ready to go fight 'pon

Though it make me blaze dem thoughts

Shaking when ya hear dis mouth

Mi gangsta wheneva we blazin' South

Rude bwoy only faking thoughts

So you a gangsta, you nah real or like

But you're a gangsta, you neva see a Crenshaw

So you take life, we take no response

Dem rule dem guerilla, save inna Bronx

So you run streets and some love to six

Jamaican gangsta woulda row fi see dis

So you love war and ya love preaching

Dem an Indian cubs, dem nah know 'bout my menace

Dem bwoy, dey a TV gangsta

Coulda neva wanna see my anger

Can you relate?

It's too late

Dem bwoy, dey a TV gangsta

Coulda neva wanna see my anger

Can you relate?

It's too late

Dem bwoy, dey a TV gangsta

Coulda neva wanna see my anger

Can you relate?

It's too late

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