Richie Spice - Blood Again (The Way You Living) (aka Folly Living)

Nana, nana, nana, yes
Yeah eh eh
Nana, nana, nana, na
Mhm hm

Tell you that I don't like the way they're living
Because the way you're living is sickening
You fight the youths dem out of their living
You call us lazy, while we're winning

Blood again
Hear say that anedda little youth get shot again
Fire fi the wicked, fire fi the heathens
How so much gun reach yah?
Me no know, me would a like fi know a when
How so much coke reach yah?
Me no know, me would a like fi know a when
As a little youth rise, you try fi keep him dung again
Wha' kind a juice that me go catch you deh a blend?
Who fah little youth that me go catch you deh a hang?
Yeah eh

Tell you that I don't like the way they're living
Because the way you're living is sickening
You fight the youths dem out of their living
You call us lazy while we're winning

Bomb drop again
Hear say that anedda 25 dead up again
Suicide bomber, then a who send dem?
This yah one a go straight to all Bush servants
How much more youth you a go make lose dem head?
How much more youth fi a go drop dung dead?
Talk 'bout some a shotta and dem don't have no head
Weh dem yah man yah a come from? Dem a must living dead
Coming with the fire yah weh redder than red
Yeah eh eh, yeah eh eh
Eeh eeh, eeh eeh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh

Tell you that I don't like the way they're living
Because the way you're living is sickening
You fight the youths dem out of their living
You call us lazy while we're winning

Drive-by again
Hear say that anedda 35 blood up again
Borderline a end, me can't go look fi Aunty Gwen
Crab inna a bag, a friend a fight 'gainst friend...
Blood again
We used to friend from school days, now you no hail me again
Come tell me, wha' happen to me old time friend?
Eh eh
Oh yeah

I tell you that I don't like the way they're living
Because the way you're living is sickening
You fight the youths dem out of their living
You call us lazy while we're winning

Blood again
Hear say that anedda little youth get shot again
Fire fi the wicked, fire fi the heathens
How so much gun reach yah?
Me no know, me would a like fi know a when
How so much coke reach yah?
Me no know, me would a like fi know a when
As a little youth rise, you try fi keep him dung again
Wha' kind a juice that me go catch you deh a blend?
Who fah little youth that me go catch you deh a hang?
Yeah eh

Tell you that I don't like the way they're living
Because the way you're living is sickening
You fight the youths dem out of their living
You call us lazy while we're winning

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