Krs-one - Take It Easy lyrics

[Verse 1:] Too many s**ers and not enough time To buck up all of dem with one clip from mi 9 To shoot to k**, dem seh mi dont care I try to k**, but it nuh get mi nowhere I just put down mi gun inna fi mi suitcase Big up mi fist, fi buck off dem face Flip!, script! And a guy head lick Boof!, baff! And not one shot lick, cau' Toe to toe once again Fi distinguish real bad bwoys dem And if yuh a bad bwoy, not a guy caan try Let mi see di fist dem [Chorus: (Yami Bolo sample)] Gotta take it easy Why? Gotta take it easy Why? Gotta take it easy Why? Gotta take it easy Mi nuh know.. [Verse 2:] Dutty bwoy jump up, dutty bwoy get STOMP Get perpetrator, a guy get STOMP Some guy cool, but him need fi get STOMP If dem buy dem back dem guns, seh dem run outta luck Cau' we k** dem all And we come back aloooone, chi boom deh Mad Lion Deh pon microphoooooooone Alright So just step up, step up Bwoy, whats up? Put your crew to di side, tek out yuh gold front Knuckle up, knuckle up, and guard yuh grill No need fi gun, cau' yuh get hurt still Think unuh wicked?, Tell dem fi come! I have mi fist, mi nuh need not a gun Nah guh touch you, if you dont touch mi first If you touch mi bwoy, you must bite di dust Bad bwoy, rude bwoy, fickle face nah skin up Decent person, with an evil touch I dont bother nobody I tansoback and clutch You diss the program bwoy you must get-, Ahh! [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3:] Too many s**ers and not a enough time To buck dem all off with di clip from mi 9 So shoot to k**, dem seh, mi dont care I try to k** but it nuh get mi nowhere Flip inna mi pocket, and mi dip inna mi waist Tek out mi gun, put inna mi suitcase Big up mi fist, and you know mi run di place One, thump-thump, inna bwoy dem face Two, thump-thump, and we tear dung di place Three, thump-thump, and him cannot escape Cannot escape, cannot escape Cannot mi seh, cannot mi seh, cannot escape, cau' Toe to toe once again Fi distinguish real bad bwoys dem And if yuh a bad bwoy, not a guy caan try Mek mi see yuh fist dem Cause I'm not a deejay, and I'm not a MC I'm one bwoy to 'member of di group, BDP Step to we crew, bwoy it's no problem We have di fist, and it quick fi solve them (WAH) Have fi mi gun, but it inna mi waist Pick up mi fist, just to punch off yuh face Mad Lion deh yah, and we wicked and bad Love fi mi fist, and mi gun, next to God Use fi mi fist, cau' mi up inna line Wicked bad bwoy, run tings every time [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 4:] All dem a talk and defend Can't stop mi from love di gyal dem Gyal pon di left, and gyal pon di right Two a dem combine and waan fight One throw a punch, one tek out a knife And nearly k** di gyal, and tek weh her life Tell mi crowd of people, is that right? Make gyal, a k** gal, fi man weh she like? I dont like that damn flex inna mi zone Need dem gyal fi just keep dem a** home Mad Lion deh yah Deh pon di tune Boy's deh, we wicked and bad to di bone That's why.. [Repeat Chorus]