Like I See It (feat. Mavado)

Lyrics

Jamaica, stand up!*
 Yeah!
 To all rude boys in the capital
 Cure again
 Ye-e-eh
 Meet me up in Kingston
 Put me on your radar
 I'd be out there hustlin'
 Gettin' to the paper
 Come to my neighborhood
 Be on your best behavior
 You don't wanna test, we put the G in the Gangsta
 Original mangler
 I can rearrange ya
 Giving you ordinarily to the danger
 I own the block, bitch
 Acting like a stranger
 Boy, I'm a major
 Shots callin' like I see it
 Count a half of million
 In the back sit of the Phantom
 Burn out all the killers just to see my niggers had them
 Stacking up the paper like it's going out of style
 No love for the judge
 Money longer than the trail
 Heart full of anger got a pocket full of honeys
 Burnin' onion in the chalice all you suckers getting punished
 Lick a shot for Dudus if you're real, mother fucker
 Blaka! Blaka! Two times if you're real, mother fucker
 Big 45 for my old G5
 Stacks on deck but it so behind
 Never leaving my competition breathing
 Jah Cure pushing Lamborghinis through Kingston
 Shots callin' like I see it
 See me
 I was caught up in the fast lane
 Hustle till morning
 Never stop until the cash came
 Really "Mister Make It" is my last name
 Life is like a poker, but I never played my last game
 You see me
 Now they wish they coulda be me
 Was born in the gully, now I'm big in every city
 (Ha ha)
 Now I'm gaining every penny
 Send me to this world again and I'm a make it pretty
 Heathen best agonize when we rise
 Smoking cush and have a girl by my side
 Peeping Tom with them eye open wide
 Nah tell you something, I ah snide
 Shots callin' like I see it
 Every ghetto
 Every gully
 Every lane
 We don't need no visas
 To come through your speakers
 See me in a video
 Cleaner than a preacher
 Turn to pay-per-view five nights and me feature
 You give me respect
 In return, I'm a treat ya
 Youth, I'm a reach her
 Message, I'm a teach her
 That we go on, we have no time for the leisure
 Music, we be smuggle in a room for the seizure
 Pass me a reason
 Shots callin' like I see it
 Every ghetto
 Every gully
 Every lane
 Don't bring trouble on my way
 Unless you wanna pay
 Hear the words I say
 Coming from the Bossman Almighty
 This one for the streets
 For the youth in them in the hot of tha city
 We ah huslte dis hit to everywhere yes hear me
 Cure to the World
 Looking for me up in Kingston
 Put me on your radar
 I'd be out there hustlin'
 Gettin' to the paper
 Come to my neighborhood
 Be on your best behavior
 You don't wanna test, we put the G in the Gangsta
 Original mangler
 I can rearrange ya
 Giving you ordinarily to the danger
 I own the block, bitch
 Acting like a stranger
 Boy, I'm a major
 Shots callin' like I see it
 Jamaica, Stand up!
 Yeah!
 Ye-e-eh

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Song Details

Duration
04:05
Key
1
Tempo
81 BPM

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