and ichorus Letra

I Won't Slow Down - All Together Separate

Shout Louder - Altar Boys

Get Up 4 - Amel Larrieux

No Mississippi - Andy Griggs

I Said I Love You - Babyface

Tonight 28 - Babyface

Thought You Were Mine - Barrio Boyzz

Good Love 5 - Beres Hammond

Sold My Soul to Rock 'n' Roll 1 - Bette Midler

Do The Maths - Bounty Killer

Intro: (Bounty Killer & Busy Signal)

Chea! Nah No Mercy! I just gotta say!

We run these blocks! With Maks and techs and glocks! Check yuh facts!!

Busy in da fast lane! Bullet! Bullet!

Its Bounty Killa and Busy Signal in da fast game bullet bullet bullet gas spray huh!

Mothafucking niggas should know dont disturbed

Dem only bad with words

Bullets from here till it burst

Wah dem really a deal wid Yoooww!! Cross!!Verse: Busy Signal

It was a couple minutes before five

Mi well strap walk out de house wid de .45 (Bullet Bullet!)

Drive off mi 745

Bad boy dis! So mi kill bout 4 to 5

Escape mek a bad drive

Bruk fuel line change mi car but mi nah hide

We deals wa mek de gun rise

Blue steel beat from sun down to sunrise

But if you war like an Al Quaeda

Mi nuh care who dem stand up side a

Jamaican ruffa dan ruff ryda

Mi par one away like a knight rida

Infrared pon yuh forehead buss inna yuh red eye

Yuh can bawl nor beg I

Fassyhole betta fled I

Tru yuh friends and yuh family would dead IChorus:

Do de maths

20+2 , 30+8, 40+4

Dem bwoy dem a wait

You neva see a mega SLR yet

You neva see me run pon tar

Fassyhole do de maths

40+ 5 dem nah stay a live

.357 create a landslide

Lin chop yuh up like class would chop men

AK leff yuh body inna binVerse: Bounty Killer

Well! Da one yuh fi are real thugs

Boy watch yuhself like we are readers

Busy or killa dont par wid scrubs

Strap wid mi guns inna hats outta club

Eva see when mi and a gal a rub a dub

Gal pon mi dick guns pon mi hip

Just in case any boy try flip

Badman nuh lip

Mi hand pon di clip

Oonu dead mi nuh play nasty tall order trip

Badman prepare fi anyting

Me and mi guns dem big tru so anyting

Bwoy a pose wid de gun like a magalin

Gunshot leff yuh breathless like a mannequin Cross!Chorus:

Do de maths

20+2 , 30+8, 40+4

Dem bwoy dem a wait

You neva see a mega SLR yet

You neva see me run pon tar

Fassyhole do de maths

40+ 5 dem nah stay a live

.357 create a landslide

Lin chop yuh up like class would chop men

AK leff yuh body inna binOutro: Bounty Killer & Busy Signal

Huh!! Wa dem up to

Wa dem a gwaan wid

Dem life a gone way

Wa dem a try

Yow dem die surely bullet bullet!

A tek dem guys

Our guns mek noise dem lose dem life

Man A Killer - Bounty Killer

Intro:

Ole retard them, handicap

All di boy bar head fi dead

Run way! Cross...AngryChorus: (x2)

Man a killa, kill boy quicka

Than vinega mix wid liquor

Real grave digga, love squeeze trigga

Boy drop a grung stiff like furnitra

Yallo!

Man a killa, war fare guerilla

Born life teka, gun shot giva

Careless nigga get disfigga

Badman bokkle boy blood like bigga(?)

Verse 1:

Nuh care who you are a me name war-lard

Dunn them faster than con-cord

Me gun them loaded and hand-guard

This time them fuck round di wrong don

Them rub(?) dem teeths(?) and dem mouth(?) hard

Now them days a get bom-bard

Dem a nuh bad man, dem a gun-fraud

Me a sen them pan di life gun-ward

Regard-less whatever them try

Retard-tess instance that die

We heart-less we nuh laff nah cry

We mek brain fly, we nuh buss pie pie

Shot scarch flesh, boy skin a fry

We start fresh, we nah gi no ply

We nah rest till we murda a guy

Shoot out him eye hes no fren of IChorus: (x2)

Man a killa, kill boy quicka

Than vinega mix wid liquor

Real grave digga, love squeeze trigga

Boy drop a grung stiff like furnitra

Yallo!

Man a killa, war fare guerilla

Born life teka, gun shot giva

Careless nigga get disfigga

Badman bokkle boy blood like bigga(?)Verse 2:

Real badman walk wid gun-in-han

Buss it pan funny man

Splash out marro leff that fi jancrow fi nyam

Glock inna me possession

Sink dem inna no session

Cripple two, duppy one

Nah ask question

War a mi suggestion

Killing a me profession

Mek boy farid and bullet have collision

Them love chat rubbish an

Spy fi di commission

Them life it get omission

Badman nuh giligan

Boy betta be an amphibian

From them fuck wid fi mi gang

Leave di Caribbean, exit di meridian

Shot a kick boy like Brazilian

Me and mi ingram, scatter brain like ping pong

Coulda yard or foreign don

Zig zag a sing song, boy sink like quick sand

When alliance a fling bombChorus: (x2)

Man a killa, kill boy quicka

Than vinega mix wid liquor

Real grave digga, love squeeze trigga

Boy drop a grung stiff like furnitra

Yallo!

Man a killa, war fare guerilla

Born life teka, gun shot giva

Careless nigga get disfigga

Badman bokkle boy blood like bigga(?)Verse 3:

Man a killa from sea view, gran spen

Man a killa!

Mek boy blood run off them

Man a killa!

Not juss now look from when

Me a nine yrs ole a buss me mac 10

Me a killa!

This yah war nah stop again

Me a killa!

Murder di whole lot a dem

Me a killa!

Coulda coke head and him fren

Boy conten dem get condemChorus: (x2)

Man a killa, kill boy quicka

Than vinega mix wid liquor

Real grave digga, love squeeze trigga

Boy drop a grung stiff like furnitra

Yallo!

Man a killa, war fare guerilla

Born life teka, gun shot giva

Careless nigga get disfigga

Badman bokkle boy blood like bigga(?)

Verse 1

Don't Give Up 6 - Bride

Do The Maths 1 - Busy Signal

Busy Signal ft. Bounty KillerIntro: (Bounty Killer & Busy Signal)

Chea! Nah No Mercy! I just gotta say!

We run these blocks! With Maks and techs and glocks! Check yuh facts!!

Busy in da fast lane! Bullet! Bullet!

Its Bounty Killa and Busy Signal in da fast game bullet bullet bullet gas spray huh!

Mothafucking niggas should know dont disturbed

Dem only bad with words

Bullets from here till it burst

Wah dem really a deal wid Yoooww!! Cross!!Verse: Busy Signal

It was a couple minutes before five

Mi well strap walk out de house wid de .45 (Bullet Bullet!)

Drive off mi 745

Bad boy dis! So mi kill bout 4 to 5

Escape mek a bad drive

Bruk fuel line change mi car but mi nah hide

We deals wa mek de gun rise

Blue steel beat from sun down to sunrise

But if you war like an Al Quaeda

Mi nuh care who dem stand up side a

Jamaican ruffa dan ruff ryda

Mi par one away like a knight rida

Infrared pon yuh forehead buss inna yuh red eye

Yuh can bawl nor beg I

Fassyhole betta fled I

Tru yuh friends and yuh family would dead IChorus:

Do de maths

20+2 , 30+8, 40+4

Dem bwoy dem a wait

You neva see a mega SLR yet

You neva see me run pon tar

Fassyhole do de maths

40+ 5 dem nah stay a live

.357 create a landslide

Lin chop yuh up like class would chop men

AK leff yuh body inna binVerse: Bounty Killer

Well! Da one yuh fi are real thugs

Boy watch yuhself like we are readers

Busy or killa dont par wid scrubs

Strap wid mi guns inna hats outta club

Eva see when mi and a gal a rub a dub

Gal pon mi dick guns pon mi hip

Just in case any boy try flip

Badman nuh lip

Mi hand pon di clip

Oonu dead mi nuh play nasty tall order trip

Badman prepare fi anyting

Me and mi guns dem big tru so anyting

Bwoy a pose wid de gun like a magalin

Gunshot leff yuh breathless like a mannequin Cross!Chorus:

Do de maths

20+2 , 30+8, 40+4

Dem bwoy dem a wait

You neva see a mega SLR yet

You neva see me run pon tar

Fassyhole do de maths

40+ 5 dem nah stay a live

.357 create a landslide

Lin chop yuh up like class would chop men

AK leff yuh body inna binOutro: Bounty Killer & Busy Signal

Huh!! Wa dem up to

Wa dem a gwaan wid

Dem life a gone way

Wa dem a try

Yow dem die surely bullet bullet!

A tek dem guys

Our guns mek noise dem lose dem life

Refuse To Let Dem Suffer - Capleton

I refuse to let dem suffer

And i refuse to let dem stray

And i refuse to see di evil man the wicked man live dem a stray

Iiiii refuse to see dem suffer

And i refuse to let dem stray

And i refuse to let di evil man the wicked man live dem a stray ooh iChorus:

Now now noooo

I will not let dem down,down,down

I will not turn dem down,down,down,

I will not turn dem down,down,yeaahVerse 1:

That to pay the wear for dem

I got to save ??? for dem

And have to pray for dem

???? young lion nuh slave for dem ooy

Anyway for dem

Righteousness mi prepare for dem wooooy!!

Mi bun de slave for dem oy!!

Mi bun out di gay for dem!!!!Chorus:

Now now noooo

I will not let dem down,down,down

I will not turn dem down,down,down,

I will not turn dem down,down,yeaahI refuse to see dem suffer

And i refuse to see dem stray

And i refuse to let di evil man the wicked man live dem a stray

Iiiii refuse to let dem suffer

And i refuse to let dem stray

And i refuse to let di evil man the wicked man live dem a stray

Verse 2:

You're depending on me

For truths and reality

You are depending on me

Fi bun di disjoss and di dishonesty

You are depending on me

Fi put more fiyah pon di disunity

You're depending on me

Fi bun out di disloyalthyChorus:

Now now noooo

I will not let dem down,down,down

I will not turn dem down,down,down,

I will not turn dem down,down,yeaah

Seh di bigga judgementVerse 4:

If a one bwoy come dem ?????

A mi leff ???????????'

Watch di bobo man close watch antery

If it neva clean di rastaman no weary

Babylon dem a come wah fi back conjery

Bun mi dun know de whole a dem concery

A give ?????? dem still cyaan weary

Mi bun de fair till that mi done dem fair

A one ya nameChorus:

Now now noooo

I will not let dem down,down,down

I will not turn dem down,down,down,

I will not turn dem down,down,yeaah

I Cry To Myself - Chanté Moore

Miss P Feat Da Brat - Cherish

Intro: [Jermaine Dupri]

Yo this is one of them ones when they come on

It makes you wanna say (ohh)

You can't listen to this low man

You gotta turn it up know what I'm sayin' (ohh)

Yeah Cherish, So So Def ya'll know (ohh)

This is how it go man double O three

Felicia holla at 'emVerse 1: [Cherish]

If I walk up and said what's up

Would you give me that look

And act like your tough

As I walked back

Would you give me the eye

Admire my strut checking out my look

See you look like you'd be the type

That be getting numbers all night, night, night

From night baby that's alright

You be getting numbers so do IChorus: [Cherish] (2x)

You could call me M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter P-I-M-P

I know you think u got game

But baby let me tell you

You ain't got more than meVerse 2: [Cherish]

Sweetie I'm no freak

So you won't have me

But I'll have you messed up

With the words I speak

We can be just friends

Are you can dish feelings

You'll be callin' up and you'll be checkin' it

I know this might sound like its hype

But if I want you boy

You'll be mine, mine, mine

One tick my conversations tight

Cuz now I got you curious rightChorus: [Cherish] (2x)

You could call me M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter P-I-M-P

I know you think u got game

But baby let me tell you

You ain't got more than meVerse 3: [Cherish] (Jermaine Dupri)

Yeah I'm in the C-H-E-R-I-crooked letter-H

And we don't play when it comes to

Pimpin' this music, pimpin' these tracks,

Pimpin' this game until we get pa-aid

And we gon' P-I-M-P this music industry

Until everyone know our name (What's your name?)

Felicia, Ferrah, Fallon, Neosha

Got you open until these vocals

Is what you gon' be sayin'Chorus: [Cherish] (2x)

You could call me M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter P-I-M-P

I know you think u got game

But baby let me tell you

You ain't got more than meVerse 4: [Da Brat]

I cherish bein' a pimp

It ain't necessarily bad

I'm not embarrassed to demonstrate I party

They call me Miss Harris

Favorite color is orange

Cherish is glowin'

I'm chuch from my head to my toe and

It's obvious its showin' cuz

I'm hopin' my color don't bother us

When it's gametime

Everyday flametime

This game shine

I have no other choice but to

Blow your mind

I'm more soldier that the lieutenant

When it's cold I'm in drapes until the floor

Chinchilla, I look good in it

With the hood in it

600 wool in it, we runnin' get money

Dis honey ain't bullsittin' still ain't funny, ain't it

Yo pimp showtainin'

Don't hate on me, why don't you go and get you some

I'm sayin' my whole crew bangin', we stay sharp as tack

It's J.D. and Brat

Pimpin' this industry to the max believe thatChorus: [Cherish] (2x)

You could call me M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter P-I-M-P

I know you think u got game

But baby let me tell you

You ain't got more than me

Miss PIMP - Cherish

Not In Love With You - D-Side

Miss Pimp 1 - Da Brat

A Promise I Make - Dakota Moon