[Intro:]
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Yeahhh yeahhhh
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Ah
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Yo (yo)
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[Chorus:]
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One more gun sound
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One more drop of blood pon di ground
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One more ghetto youth gun down
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Dead inna di cross fire (inna di cross fire)
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Inna di cross fire (inna di cross fire)
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One more drop of tear from mamma eye
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One more innocent ghetto youth die
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Dead inna di cross fire (inna di cross fire yo yo)
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Inna di cross fire
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[Verse 1:]
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Watch ya then
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Nowhere to hide nowhere to run too
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Dem think yuh [?] then you life coulda done too
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Mi cyan believe seh di likkle juvenile which inna di school
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Deh pon di corna swing di ratchet and di gun too
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Mamma seh she cyan believe a this di world a gone too
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A nowadays it comin like seh betta hunt too
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Nowhere no safe, not even pon yuh cornas inna yuh base
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Drive by inna yuh place
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Another life waste
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[Chorus:]
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One more gun sound
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One more drop of blood pon di ground
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One more ghetto youth gun down
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Dead inna di cross fire (inna di cross fire)
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Inna di cross fire
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One more drop of tear from mamma eye
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One more innocent ghetto youth die
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Dead inna di cross fire (inna di cross fire yo yo)
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Inna di cross fire
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[Verse 2:]
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Yo, watch ya then
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Police a come siren alarm a signal
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[?] of flatta dead pon di corna
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Dem nah go run, no dem nuh care bout di laugh and
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Buss dem a go buss it mek you know seh dem a war man
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But even cyan tek di war no more
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Warn to di juvenile weh dead deh gun down at the corner stone
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No man a pray to di lord no more
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When Jah Jah big up pon di floor before gunshot come kill at the door
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[Chorus:]
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One more gun sound
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One more drop of blood pon di ground
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One more ghetto youth gun down
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Dead inna di cross fire (inna di cross fire yo yo)
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Inna di cross fire
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One more drop of tear from mamma eye
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One more innocent ghetto youth die
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Dead inna di cross fire
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Inna di cross fire
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[Verse 3:]
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Yeahhh
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Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
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Everybody have a gun
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From di fadda to di daughta to the son
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And if you diss before you know yuh life done
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Watch ya then
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Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
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Everybody have a gun
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And from di fadda to di daughta to the son
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And if you diss before you know yuh life done, done, done
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[Chorus:]
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One more gun sound
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One more drop of blood pon di ground
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One more ghetto youth gun down
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Dead inna di cross fire (inna di cross fire)
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Inna di cross fire (inna di cross fire)
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One more drop of tear from mamma eye
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One more innocent ghetto youth die
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Dead inna di cross fire (inna di cross fire yo yo)
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Inna di cross fire
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[Chorus: till end]
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Crossfire
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Konshens |