Letras:Tricky. Knowle West Boy. Baligaga.

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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 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,

Dough 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,
?? 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,

(repeat to end)
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?