Rat

Verse 1:
Mi run wid di clikk, but mi rather step alone,
Hundred deep, mask up, black suit when we buss inna yuh home,
Mi hear yuh chat tough, bwoy, better low di tone,
Whole clikk outside, ready fi crack yuh dome.
Split it—split it wide, head mash up 'pon di curb,
Soul still floatin’, spirit drift like bird.
Money deh 'pon mi mind, mi cyaan even sleep,
Block haffi eat, so di hustle run deep.
Loyalty first, none a dem bwoy cyaan pack more heat—dan mi,
785, yeah mi run dem street.
Yuh cross dat line? Wolves dem feast!
Whip black out, but mi wrist still glow,
Chains dem heavy, neck ice like snow.
Opps chat slick, but dem move too slow,
Catch dem a di light—blam blam! head blow!
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Chorus:
Dis a di—Dirty!
Rep fi yuh yard, mi seh Dirty Dirty!
We deh yah inna 281,
South side where di bwoys play wid tommy gun,
We nah buss fi fun—nah!
We buss fi kill, mi bredda!
We play dirty!
Dirty—Yuh done know di drill!
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Verse 2:
Mi see dat bwoy talkin’ to di feds,
Now mi eye pan him steps, watch every likkle tread.
Whole city know di code—die wid respect,
Raised by real ones, nah slither like snake.
If yuh chat to police, den di flood we a tek,
Life gone ‘cause a di choice weh yuh mek.
Yuh open yuh mout? Bredda dat a di risk,
Now yuh name get rub out like a old disk.
If pressure reach, we nah beg no deal,
Loyalty a law—no God fi tek di wheel
When man hungry fi di last meal.
Snakes get erased, dem cyaan stand a chance,
Once a rat? Wrap it up—no second glance!
Yuh playin’ wid life, better know wha yuh doin’,
Here come di blade—cold steel run through him.
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Chorus (repeat):
Dis a di—Dirty!
Rep fi yuh yard, mi seh Dirty Dirty!
We deh yah inna 281,
South side where di bwoys play wid tommy gun,
We nah buss fi fun—nah!
We buss fi kill, mi bredda!
We play dirty!
Dirty—Yuh done know di drill!
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rap
Cloud rap
Hard gangster rap
Deep raspy male Jamaican voice, rap
Reggaeton