Wen - Play Your Corner lyrics

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Wen - Play Your Corner lyrics

[Verse 1: Riko] Original don dada That's why unnu haffi chat to me proper Rise up mi gun, watch everything start scatter Till the gunman ah buss, it goes a rat-a an' tatta', yeah Dem haffi chat to me decent Cah mi will murder boy without reason Bwoy get duppy like him commit treason And mi nuh care which bloodclart season I coulda winter Mi mek soundboy run like a sprinter Mi will get bad like an old school ninja Gunshot red up your head like you ah ginger Original bad boy inna di area Shot white boy skin like malaria Dem ah gwan like dem ah monster When I come around, di grime scene get scarier [Verse 2: Riko] Ayy bwoy, you a snitch, informer, you're a gra** That's why you will get a shot inna your ras' That's why we nuh trust them bloodclart boy Any time of the day, much less after dark Inna war, we will back up mi gun dem calm Same time, mi will back up mi gun dem fast We see Babylon and we don't talk You see Babylon and you start talk You start sing, you start tell Babylon everything Tell Babylon how much coke mi ah shot Tell Babylon how much gun mi ah bring How mi ah run up in a soundclash with twenty man And how mi ah k** everything Bwoy life up when the spinner start spin And your neck get bruk when di sinner start sing [Chorus 1: Riko] Wollan a yout? Wollan a man? Rise up mi hand from dem Wollan a yout? Wollan a man? Draw for mi gun when mi [Bridge: Riko] You know that was bang out of order Crossed the line, now you've crossed the border You just turned the wrong corner You could have had Wen play your corner [Verse 3: Riko] Look, I'm going to shower this ting down I've got a clip for a coward that's in town You better get down, I got a stick And I come here to spit rounds You wanna come around here with dem likkle bars And some likkle sh** sound? You better know man ah roll with the big sound And my gun's got the largest teeth, rudeboy You can call it a big hound Anyting try test, mi will lick down One bar, everyting get spin round Tell a dibby MC "sit down" Man come try ring off the big pound I mean trey pound I squeeze off, I'll make ten n***as lay down Yeah, and they're going to stay down I'm a big man who they can't play round They can't f** round, when I touch down Everything dead with the lead, mi ah run down Shot inna head, dem dead by sundown 'Cause I'm a real gun man, you're a gun clown I leave everybody dead with one round, one clip Can't chat to me now about the gun 'ting, I does this In beef, pack more than one clip And I'm on a soundclash ting 'cause I run this And I got lyrics and shells in abundance I run the circumference Let me break that down for you dunces Basically I'm no clown, I'm a dumpers I put holes and rounds inna jumpers And I'm on point like a rasclart compa** And I don't believe a word you say 'Cause I know that you man are fronters [Chorus 2: Riko] Wollan a yout? Wollan a man? Rise up mi hand from dem Wollan a yout? Wollan a man? Draw for mi gun when mi Wollan a yout? Wollan a man? If a bwoy wan' disrespeck di programme Wollan a yout? Wollan a man? [Bridge: Riko] You know that was bang out of order Crossed the line, now you've crossed the border You just turned the wrong corner You could have had Wen play your corner