Riko - Play Your Corner lyrics

[Verse 1:] Original don-dada That's why you na' have to chat to me proper Rise up, we gon' make everything [?] A buss a rat-a an' tatta', Yeah The mafi' chat to me decent, 'car we murder boy without reason Boy get duppy like him commit treason And we don't care which bloodclart season Up in the winter, we make soundboy run like a sprinter We get bad like an old school ninja, culture And we don't care like you a ginger Original bad boy inna' the area [?] white skin like malaria Them a 'gwan like them a won't stop When I come around the grime scene get scarier [Verse 2:] Ay boy, you a snitch, informant, you a gra** That's why you a get a shot inna' your a** That's why we no trust them bloodclot Any time of the day, much less after dark In a war, we will back up the gun them Can't see man, then we'll back up we gun them 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 how much coke we a' shot Tell Babylon how much gun we a' pull How we run up in a soundclash with twenty man And how me a' k** everything Boy light up when lift me a ting and your neck get [?] When they see me start sing [Chorus:] One on the yout', One on the man, Rise up me and fam' One on the yout', One on the man, [?] when we One on the yout', One on the man, Ey, Rise up me and fam' You know that was bang out of order Crossed a line now you crossed a border You just turned the wrong corner Now you're going to have Kahn & Neek in your corner [Verse 3:] Look, I'm going to shower this ting down I got a [?] from a [?] in town You better get down, I got a [?] And I come here to spit rounds You want to come around here with them likkle bars And some little sh** sound You better know man a' roll with the big sound And my gun's got the largest teeth, rudeboy You can call it a big hound Anything try to test me we'll lick down One bar everything gets spin round Tell a dibby MC, "sit down" Man can't try [?] off the [?] I've been [?] If I squeeze up I'll make ten n***as lay down Look, 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 that we touch down Shot in the head, them dead, [?] down 'Cause I'm a real gun man, you're a gun clown I leave everybody dead with one round, one clip You can't chat to me about the gun 'ting, I does this And beef [?] And in a soundclash ting 'cause I run this And I got lyrics and shells in abundance I run the circumference, let me lay that down for you [?] basically I'm no clown, I'm a' [?] I've got holes and [?] like a rasclart compa** And I don't believe a word you say 'cause I know that you man are fronters [Chorus]