Mr. Vegas - Real Don lyrics

[Chorus:] Big up the real don Gun salute the artical one From Spain to Pain Land Macoy Lane right up to Samaton Big up the real don Gun salute the artical one From Spain to Pain Land Macoy Lane right up to Samaton [Verse 1:] Big up all real worriers pon the battle filed Big up all real, real, dawg weh a look the cornmeal Out a street it a shower like rain Yo violate yo have yo self fi blame Wi have the loud move faster than train Well dem yah tablet yah meck yo feel pain Idiot purks dem match mi no pimp Pon petty thing dem cyaa call up mi name Yo mussi sick, yo mussi gone insane Well the likkle hype yo get it mussi fly up in a yo brain Look how mi tell the bwoy dem no diss The man dem weh a kemis in a this Dem bwoy deh new to badness Man a do this from way back in a the 90's [Chorus] [Verse 2:] No trouble we, do no trouble we Wi look simple but wi no easy No trouble we, do no trouble we Wi no push over go ask TG No trouble we, and mi seh do no trouble we Wi deh yah long time like skelton a Halfway Tree Ask Josey, as General 3 And if yo think a lie go ask the Wild Apache Wi no tek styling, wi no tek pree Dem yah dawg yah wi nam yo up when dem hungry If yuh wanna hear this yah ring like a bell Step up in a the place and the whole place a shell Devil tek the bwoy and him soul him go sell That's why mi haffi send him right back to hell [Chorus]