Jah Cure - Like I see it lyrics

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Jah cure:

Jamaica, stand up!

Rick Ross:

Yeah!

To all rude boys in the capital

Cure again

Mavado:

Ye-e-eh

Jah Cure:

Meet me up in Kingston

Put me on your radar

I’d be out there hustlin'

Gettin' to the paper

Come to my neighborhood

Be on your best behavior

You don’t wanna test, we put the G in the Gangsta

Original mangler

I can rearrange ya

Giving you ordinarily to the danger

I own the block, bitch

Acting like a stranger

Boy, I'm a major

Shots callin' like I see it (x2)

Rick Ross:

Count a half of million

In the back seat of the Phantom

burn out all the killers just to see my niggers had them

Stacking up the paper like it's going out of style

No love for the judge

Money longer than the trial

Heart full of anger got a pocket full of honeys

Burnin' onion in the chalice all you suckers’re getting punished

Lick a shot for Dudus if you’re real, mother fucker

Blaka! Blaka! Two times if you're real, mother fucker

Big 45 for my old G5

stacks on deck but it so behind

Never leaving my competition breathing

Jah Cure pushing Lamborghinis (plural) through Kingston

Shots callin Like I see it (x3)

Mavado:

See me

I was caught up in the fast lane

Hustle till morning

Never stop until the cash came

Really "Mister make it" is my last name

Life is like a poker, but i never played my last game

You see me

Now they wish they coulda be me

Was born in the gully, now I’m big in every city

(ha ha)

Now I'm gaining every penny

Send me to this world again and I'ma make it pretty

Heathen best agonize when we rise

Smoking cush and have a girl by my side

Peeping Tom with them eye open wide

Nah tan yah suh, I ah slide

Shots callin' Like I see it (x4)

Jah Cure:

Every ghetto

every gully

every lane

We don’t need no Visas

To come though your speakers

See me in a video

Cleaner than a preacher

Turn to pay-per-view five nights i'm the feature

You give me respect

In return,I'ma treat ya

Youth, I'ma reach her

Message, I'ma teach her

That we go on, we have no time for the leisure

Music, we be smuggle in a room for the seizure

Pass me a rizzla

Shots callin' Like I see it (x4)

Jah Cure:

Every ghetto

every gully

every lane

Don’t bring trouble on my way

Unless you wanna pay

Hear the words I say

Coming from the Boss man Almighty

This one for the streets

For the youth them in the rotten city

We ah huslte dis hit to everywhere yes hear me

Cure to the World

Looking for me up in Kingston

Put me on your radar

I’d be out there hustlin'

Gettin' to the paper

Come to my neighborhood

Be on your best behavior

You don’t wanna test, we put the G in the Gangsta

Original mangler

I can rearrange ya

Giving you ordinarily to the danger

I own the block, bitch

Acting like a stranger

Boy, I'm a major

Shots callin' Like I see it

Jamaica, Stand up!

Yeah!

Ye-e-eh

Thanks to kemada (from Trinidad & Tobago) for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to dogman fraser for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Mario E. Chandler for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to NJA for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to stefan fiddler (jamaica) for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Gavin for correcting these lyrics