Tell Me A Ting - Frisco, Novelist, D Double E

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Man can’t tell me a ting about war

Man can’t tell me a ting about clash

Man can’t tell me a ting about P

Man can’t tell me a ting about cash

Man can’t tell me a ting about weed

Man can’t tell me a ting about peng

Man can’t tell me a ting from wada-wada way back

Wada-wada way back when

Man can’t tell me a ting about bikes

Man can’t tell me a ting about cars

Man can’t tell me a ting about production

Man can’t tell me a ting about bars

Man can’t tell me a ting about Jamaica

Man can’t tell me a ting about yards

Make a man run a quick hundred yards

run more than a hundred yards

Lick a man down from a hundred yards

Make a man see moonlight and stars

Just know it’s all Ls and pars

Just know it’s all cuts and scars

Your mandem ain’t on it like ours (nah)

Look, I’m on my way to stardom

Anybody test me on the way, I will scar them

Wanna test me, I beg your pardon?