No for dem a hit me fine, no, no for dem a happen up
Boy turn your friend just to cash
Laugh and a pretend dem a stab you inna the back
Well me humble a wait
Me clear watch and through the fire where the blaze
No for dem a kick back
Dem run gang a dig dem feet and set up dem trap
A be a wolf, a commander, the locks of King Emmanuel
Who turn me to heaven rock
So dem a time Babylon, you must get slush
Like a tomato, you must get splash
Dem a chat bout me poor to me clothes full a patch
And through dem a pull out the round