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Betray Di Gaza Boss lyrics

Betray Di Gaza Boss Lyrics

Vybz Kartel

You no see words come to pass? (Hmm hmph)
Hmmmmmm

Know say you love me, man me no love
Stop call me name just fi get a forward
Hypocrite bwoy heart dutty like mud
You a no me family, you a no me blood

Dem betray the Gaza boss
Dem get a likkle hype and a try fi diss the boss
But dem fi 'memba say, I am the champion
I am the champion, I am the champion
Badda than weh you tell dem bwoy deh

Stop talk 'bout Gaza
Better unno talk 'bout Plaza
Unno a use me name fi mek money, but
Unno no rate Mister Palmer
Every ghetto youth unno listen to da part yah
No bite the hand weh feed you none tall
From you she Gaza, mek sure you call
Palmer, Ragga Boy, Ucka's and Paul, anyway
A Street Vybz Rum me a drink
So me cyaan bother with the bagga long talking
Twenty hot gyal to me thing
And the whole a dem love off me colouring skin
Me no have time fi no bwoy
Weh no remember weh the World Boss do fi him
Tek dem from nothing to something
Bring from the ghetto, go straight a foreign

Dem betray the Gaza boss
Dem get a likkle hype and a try fi diss the boss
But dem fi 'memba say, I am the champion
I am the champion, I am the champion
Bajoe weh you a tell dem

Remember when
Me deh round a Havendale
And you say, you never, never will diss me
Inna me mind a laugh, me a laugh
Cah me done know mankind frisky
Me no taming, me come in like lion
And me tougher than fifty piece a pipe iron
Everybody know the person that I am
Me buss people, but me no trust no man

Hmmm
Dem betray the Gaza boss
Dem get a likkle hype and a try fi diss the boss
But dem fi 'memba say, I am the champion
I am the champion, I am the champion
Bajoe weh you a tell dem

Hmmm
Dem betray the Gaza boss
Dem get a likkle hype and a try fi diss the boss
But dem fi 'memba say, I am the champion
I am the champion, I am the champion
Bajoe weh you a tell dem

Stop talk 'bout Gaza
Stop talk 'bout Gaza
Unno a use me name fi mek money, but
Stop talk 'bout Gaza
Unno no rate Mister Palmer
No bite the hand weh feed you none tall
From you she Gaza, mek sure you call
Palmer, Ragga Boy, Ucka's and Paul, anyway
A Street Vybz Rum me a drink
So me cyaan bother with the bagga long talking
Twenty hot gyal to me thing
And the whole a dem love off me colouring skin
Me no have time fi no bwoy
Weh no remember weh the World Boss do fi him
Tek dem from nothing to something
Bring from the ghetto, go straight a foreign

Dem betray the Gaza boss
Dem get a likkle hype and a try fi diss the boss
But dem fi 'memba say, I am the champion
I am the champion, I am the champion
Bajoe weh you a tell dem

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