Chord Nah Mean by Damian Marley feat Nas

Intro Am Dm Am Dm Am Dm Tougher than con-crete. Am Dm Eh bwoy, go labba-juice. Watch ya, check it! Boom! Verse 1 Am Am You nah mean? Mi dip out a whole fourteen, nah mean? Dm Am And reload man extra magazine, nah mean? Dm Am And wounded them housing scheme, nah mean? Dm Am Nuff a dem a move sideway and lean, nah mean? Dm Am Can't come bout when man deh in, nah mean? Dm Am We nuh like dem co-lonial regime, nah mean? Dm Am Ethiopian nuh like Mussoline, nah mean? Dm Am Mi queen hafi rock and come in, nah mean? Dm Am And jump pon mi big trampoline, nah mean? Dm Am And boost up her self-esteem, nah mean? Dm Am Nuff a wonder how man kitchen so clean, nah mean? Dm Am And which reci-pe dat a steam, nah mean? Dm Am The lyrics dem a flow like a stream, nah mean? Dm Am Mek you feel like you living in a dream, nah mean? Dm Am It come to the crop, man a cream, nah mean? Dm Am It come to discipline, man a dean, nah mean? Dm Am Mi tougher than a Hummer limousine, nah mean? Dm Am We stepping, we fresh and we clean, nah mean? Dm Am I burn the stinkiest of green, nah mean? Dm Am Better listen up careful and keen, nah mean? Dm Am Dm A Puppa Nas a rock and come in, nah mean? Verse 2 Dm We celebrate like I finished probation, boy, boy, Am Dm Knotty Head with no chaser, boy, boy. Am Dm From the mouth, I can spit out a razor, boy, boy, Am Dm Am Open up your facial like your boy Roy in his prime. Dm Am Eat food, dinner-time, Jr. Gong pass the Guinness, Dm Handle business, black-velvet sippers, Am Dm Fe-males never bid us fare-well; they with us. Am Dm Am 'Cos we ar-rive on the scene just like a high beam, nah mean? Dm Am Don't let us have to make the 9 scream, nah mean? Dm Am At your racial po-licin' regime, nah mean? Dm Am Spiritual like a Elohim, nah mean? Dm Am In a casino or a yacht; wherever I'm seen. Dm Am My brothers and sisters are never forgot, nah mean? Dm Am Don't wanna hear a-nother soldier drop, nah mean? Dm Am Another dope ad-dict get shot with the mor-phine. Dm Am And Feds are in-dictin' my block, nah mean? Dm Am They're wearin' red from they shoes to they top, nah mean? Dm Am I'm wishin' that all the violence would stop, nah mean? Verse 3 Am Dm Am We nuh like the sound of siren, nah mean? Dm Am And some bwoy soft like ice cream, nah mean? Dm Am From a bwoy mek the Feds intervene, nah mean? Dm Am We send a bwoy go tek intravene, nah mean? Dm Am Parabellum dem a itch up inna spleen, nah mean? Dm Am Inna Queens, gu-nman reign supreme, nah mean? Dm Am Kingstonians are real blood fiends, nah mean? Dm Am The world is a big crime scene, nah mean? Bridge 1 Am Dm Am Yo, yo, Mr. President, yo, a-Mr. President, Dm Am What you doin' for my residents? What you doin' with my residents? Dm Am Dm Yo, Mr. Minister, Mr. Minister, why you bein' sinister, hey? Hey. Am Dm Am Yo, yo, Mr. President, yo, a-Mr. President, Dm Am What you doin' for my residents? What you doin' with my residents? Dm Am Dm Yo, Mr. Minister, Mr. Minister, why you bein' sinister? Verse 4 Am Dm Say man a di real Buffalo in-a Rasta-fari regime. Am Dm Bush bungalow is where mi dwell with mi queen. Am Dm Trash to the bone down in-a camouflage green. Am Dm Nuff a dem that can't go the places we been. Am Dm Nuff a dem that can't see the sights that we seen. Am Dm Am That's why them face all a twist up and a lean, nah mean? Dm Am Dem better mind we kick it off clean, nah mean? Dm Am Man a gangster just like Gambin', dat mean; Dm Am Dem can't serve "Congo dread" court subpoen', nah mean? Dm Am A who you want come in convene, nah mean? Dm Am Attorney haffi rock and come in, nah mean? Dm Am Mi pocket dem green like sperling, nah mean? Dm Am Mi regular fly out and fly in, nah mean? Dm Am The stadium pack like sardine, nah mean? Dm Am Can't catch mi speed; a fassy hole need caffeine, nah mean? Dm Am Run out a breath and an-tihistamine, nah mean? Dm Am Wash over gold, dem come in like Listerine, nah mean? Dm Am You think a lie; we badder than Al Pacin', nah mean? Verse 5 Am Dm It's genocide, it's a genocide, it's a, genocide, it's a genocide. Am Dm Fifth floor, cookin' raw, had my own supply, Am Dm 'Cos of capitalist ways; that was back in the days, Am Dm So now I do Rap, and it pays. Outro Am Dm Am Dm Repeat to Fade