- Votes:
- Composers:
- Junior Giscombe
- Bob (gb 2) Carter
- Horace L Payne
- Norman Darnell Howell
- Omar Preece
- Selwyn R Archer
- Edmund Carl Jr Aiken
 
Born Jamericans - Gotta Get Mine lyrics
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
 Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
 Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
 Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get
 Mine
 I'm livin in the age of di chronic, 40 ounce & blunts
 The type of dis a women allah know ah stunts
 Now I got to wear Versace just to get a gal to watch me
 An it ain't no sunshine, how can I get mine?
 Why I sell myself for modern day slavery
 Now I'm doin' LP's for 5cent royalties
 Mama can ya save ya son? All these leeches over me
 Feel like gathering my duns, gettin all our guns
 Count it down 3, 2, 1, come down Mad Lion! 
 (Mad lion)
 Yo yo roll a spliff... what, yeah! 
 Di night is young, We all got our guns
 Who's down to go commit a robbery? A robbery... 
 I gotcha block on lock soliciting private stocks of
 Trees
 Direct in boat from di West Indies
 Jamaica, experience it just break ya
 Smoke it inna ya blunts, Philly leaves are ya paper
 I tell it, into my sensimilla place, my bodega
 Here I got all type of flavor
 Distribution major, no dealer can match me equalBorn Jamericans - Gotta Get Mine - http://motolyrics.com/born-jamericans/gotta-get-mine-lyrics.html
Niggaz buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people
 [Hook]
 Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
 Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
 Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
 Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get
 Mine
 When I was six I recieved my nines as a birthday gift
 Pray ya Lord if ya see my nines
 It's enough to make any grown man cry... 
 Now mama nevah tell me policeman would arrest me
 Even thought I without catch me an den try ti waan me
 ?
 Dey give up? swarm me, recruit me to di army guy tell
 Me
 I found out these things by my lonely. Well, well
 X amount of things lead to see ya get dead
 Livin on dem greed ya get shot, knot dem face
 Dem wanna lose dem life an weh say willed argument
 Dey body all up pulpit cement, well well.
 ? get sense in a fuckin situation
 Everybody know say I man nev' run from provocation
 The way things are run now the yout up inna possession
 Fuck around an us? inna point on, black Talon















