TJ Records - Hotter Than Bread lyrics

[Intro:] I must be k**ing them Wo-o-ow I must be k**ing them Gully [Chorus:] A mussi true Mi hotter than bread in the oven A me pop off the tag pon mi clothes dem f** the enemies, and the foes dem f** the ones dem now, and before dem [Verse 1:] Right now, mi still a live, mi still a live Dem nuh waan mi wake up, but mi still a live Dem waan mi dead, but mi still a live Who vex, yuh cyaa see me lie inna fridge If a aids test, mi negative If a success, mi positive And mi born pon the Gully, tell you as it is With alot a con-man, sell you as it is Me and mi brother Steve use to sleep pon the floor (Nuff ghetto youth still a sleep pon floor) Long, long, before me even come tour (Long, long, before me even come tour) Mi grand mommy use to take me to church and And a tell me, fi God mi fi search Mi enemies nuff, but mi friends dem more Seh f** dem [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2:] And mi seh, f** who a hate mi nuh lose a pound And if yuh try fi violate, you will lose yuh crown When the pit bulls out, and the dawgs dem hound Lord! Mama son gone down Man wi' hunt dem, anywhere dem found A mad ra**, mi a king fi the town When the bomb dem drop, dem think a the drum (Dem know me) Real boss pon the track, don't think a the clown (It coulda never be, dem know) From me rise pon the top, dem gone pon the ground (True words, Amen) Every song shot, suh mi leave dem wound (See it deh) Man a lef' the place dutty, so mi lef' dem broom (Lef' dem broom!) Broooom Tj! If I'm not the greatest, then I'm born to be Check mi lyrical currency Dem bwoy deh a counterfeit But me (Weh you do?) [Repeat Chorus]