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Jah over evil
Wyclef Jean, I just landed in Jamaica
I pray for Chinaman, yeah I
I pray for Vybz Kartel
I pray for Ninjaman
And my brother Buju Banton soon come home, yeah
Oh, I'ma do this one for my homies gone (Yeah)
The judge hit the hammer, they ain't coming home (Nah)
We all are from the danger zone (True)
The devil pulled a card and he said, "Choose one"
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzos on the block, man, they gang bang
Funeral parlors making all that change, yeah
Yo, when my cousin got his first TEC (TEC)
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement (Basement)
All I wanted to be was a rap star (True)
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
Eh, chapo, eh, chapo
All he wanted to be was an Escobar
Eh, chapo, eh, chapo, yeah
Gone 'til November, he ain't coming back
I was talking 'bout my homies, man, that sold crack
Caught in the trap, hit from the back, they hit the steel
Like the owl boy that's hidden on the dollar bill
Welcome to the rotten apple, the city of lights
No matter how days shine, they can't steal the nights
'Cause when the ghost knock-knock, just before you guess
Red dot at your chest, the eagle raid the cuckoo's nest
That'll be with them artillery packs that be jumping like Jack
When they jump out the back, rata-tata-tat, sound of the gat
They be flying through the air like
Vampire bat, straight from the back
When they attack in the middle of night when you up in the trap
You keep on bucking and bucking, you back in the middle of bucking
Somebody get flat, pain
Oh, I'ma do this one for my homie gone (True)
The judge hit the hammer, they ain't coming home (Nah)
We all are from the danger zone (Facts)
The devil pulled a card and he said, "Choose one"
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzos on the block, man, they gang bang
Funeral parlors making all that change, yeah
Yo, when my cousin got his first TEC
I was playing Mr. Marley in the basement
All I wanted to be was a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
Eh, chapo, eh, chapo
All he wanted to be was an Escobar
Eh, chapo, eh, chapo
All he wanted to be was an Escobar
Father, father, father, yeah, I
Spirit, spirit, spirit
A what we tell them again? Yeah
When my cousin got his first TEC
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted to be was a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
Eh, chapo, eh, chapo
All he wanted to be was an Escobar
Eh, chapo, eh, chapo
All he wanted to be was an Escobar, yeah
Wyclef Jean, oh
All he wanted to be was an Escobar
I pray
I wanna talk to the ghetto youth dem
All my thugs that's put away
Chinaman, Ninjaman, Vybz Kartel
Say a prayer to the youth



Writer(s): Wyclef Jean, Charles Gordon, Jahnoi Nunes Copyright: Huss-zwingli Publishing Inc, Huss Zwingli Publishing Inc, Heads Publishing Llc, Budde Music Inc./budde Songs Inc.songs O


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