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๐Ÿ‘ค Bounty Killer feat. Anthony B, Red Rose and Jack Radics โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Next Millenium โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:25
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โฑ๏ธ 4:25 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 27363285

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Nah no mercy!
Hey yo, youth and youths, leave the violence and the crime behind
Seek the Almighty at this time
Take your Bible and leave your nine
One time
It's Bounce Killer alongside Anthony Red Rose
Along with Jah Chronixx and Anthony B
Hey yo, take this!
Nah no mercy!
One time, no crime
Fine
Uh huh
Yeah!
Goodness gracious, Lord!
Uh huh
What a yah gwan, y'all?
Uh huh
Take it in your brains
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
You all know we don't get to youths
Hey!
It's time to live up, enuh
Bus' it, star!

Hear me now, son
Look how you grab it, and you buss it and run
Six weeks later, you under the ground
Upon your grave with some flowers blossom
What's the matter with you?
Chuck it and back up in your own Waterloo
Stuck on pon rude boy like crazy glue
Now you drop out and leave your crew

When you should've been dancing, dancing, dancing
Dancing to your own heartbeat
You woulda still deh a street
If you were dancing, dancing, dancing
Dancing to your own heartbeat
You wouldn't lie with a reet

Hear me now, star
Rude boys outta road, a you fi listen to me proper
You better change your ways and praise up Almighty Jah Jah
Nuh talk 'bout you cold heartless and how you bitter
Hey, hold your seat right now, we beg you satta

Well
The killing, and the violence, and the war, and the crime
Put it down because it don't make sense
Must be smoking or you're choking, but you need some love fi get
Or you must fi under some influence

You should've been dancing, dancing, dancing
Dancing to your own heartbeat
You woulda still deh a street
If you were dancing, dancing, dancing
Dancing to your own heartbeat
You wouldn't lie with a reet

So, tell me why, why, why, Lord
You're blaming your life on the system
Please tell me
When it's you, you, you
Make yourself that victim
Good Lord, good Lord, good Lord
Wha' make dem hate it so hard?
Buss it and you chuck it, I say you a gun lord
Nuff comes and goes, witness dem die hard
Everyday you have it, I say you a bombatch
For some reward

See youths dead everyday because of cold play
Caught up in the system giving dem life away
You better learn the rules of the game before you play
Yo, mi youth!

Hear me now, son
Look how you grab it, and you buss it and run
Few weeks later, you under the ground
On your coffin with some flowers a blossom
Yo, what's the matter with you?
You chuck it and back up in your own Waterloo
You stuck on pon the rude boy like crazy glue
And now you drop out and leave your crew

You should've been dancing, dancing, dancing
Dancing to your own heartbeat
You woulda still deh a street
If you were dancing, dancing, dancing
Dancing to your own heartbeat
You wouldn't lie with a reet

Yow, yow
Rude boys outta road, a you fi listen to me proper
You better change your ways and praise Almighty Jah Jah
Nuh talk 'bout you cold heartless and how you bitter
Hey, hold your seat right now, we beg you satta

Well
The killing, and the violence, and the war, and the crime
Put it down because it don't make sense
You must be smoking or you're choking, but you need some love fi get
Or you must fi under influence

You should've been dancing, dancing, dancing
Dancing to your own heartbeat
You woulda still deh a street
If you were dancing, dancing, dancing
Dancing to your own heartbeat
You wouldn't lie with a reet

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