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The Biggest Ragga Dancehall Anthems 2006
Disc 1
01. Dutty Wine
02. Weh Dem a Do
03. Beyonce Wine
04. Hot Fuk
05. Haffi Get It (Nah Rape)
06. Full Clip
07. Start the Party
08. Redbull & Guinness
09. Swing It Weh
10. Not Me
11. Talk
12. Wickedest Ride
13. Easy Skanking
14. Whine
15. Flippin Rhymes
16. BRRRT
17. Sunrise
18. Rude Boy Love
19. Man Guinep
20. Orphan
Disc 2
01. Badman Forward Badman Pull Up
02. The Real McKoy
03. March Out
04. Step Out
05. Uptown Story
06. Pull It
07. Ben Over
08. Bogel Memorial
09. Bullet Proof Vest
10. Bullet Proof Skin
11. Killa Walk, Prezzi Bounce
12. Garrison
13. Purple
14. Infamous
15. Come Again
16. Back in Town
17. Kill Another Sound
18. Talk to Me
19. Bad Macka
20. I Forgot Them
Anyway
Gangster for life
Anyway
Anyway
Alliance
Anyway
Mavado
Anyway
Tell dem

Dem ain't the real McCoy
They're just some baby boy
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat, bwoy
Gun inna mi hand, prepare fi shot, bwoy, yo
Dem ain't the real McCoy
They're just some baby boy
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat, bwoy
Gun inna mi hand, yo
Anyway

You cyan come pon man endz and tell man 'bout gun down
You mussi waan your tabernacle get burn down
Me have fi place before sun down

Bring mi gun come
Bwoy a chat tough and see mi face and turn dumb, dumb
No knowledge, no wisdom, tell him so, fist to fist come
Brand new machine deh pon mi waist, a M brace
And me nuh have no time fi chase now

Lef' the place now
Dead gunshot inna your face now
Tell dem

Dem ain't the real McCoy
They're just some baby boy
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat, bwoy
Gun inna mi hand, prepare fi shot, bwoy, yo
Dem ain't the real McCoy
They're just some baby boy
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat, bwoy
Gun inna mi hand, yo
Anyway

You cyan charge badman pon no house broken
Cyan charge man pon no car scrap in
15 Million, me bring go gun shopping
You cyan take .9 cal, me nuh fire small strap in
Last bwoy diss the big man, me kidnap him
Time run a light post, a same place me gas him
Who tell him diss Mavado and try fi test him?
Well, a pint and a Glock don't pay fi rest him
Tell dem

Dem ain't the real McCoy
They're just some baby boy
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat, bwoy
Gun inna mi hand, prepare fi shot, bwoy, yo
Dem ain't the real McCoy
They're just some baby boy
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat, bwoy
Gun inna mi hand, yo
Anyway

You cyan come pon man endz and tell man 'bout gun down
You mussi waan your tabernacle get burn down
Me have fi place before sun down

Bring mi gun come
Bwoy a chat tough and see mi face and turn dumb, dumb
No knowledge, no wisdom, tell him so, fist to fist come
Brand new machine deh pon mi waist, a M brace
And me nuh have no time fi chase now

Lef' the place now
Dead gunshot inna your face now
Tell dem

Dem ain't the real McCoy
They're just some baby boy
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat, bwoy
Gun inna mi hand, prepare fi shot, bwoy, yo
Dem ain't the real McCoy
They're just some baby boy
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat, bwoy
Gun inna mi hand, yo
Anyway

Dem ain't the real McCoy
They're just some baby boy
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat, bwoy
Gun inna mi hand, prepare fi shot, bwoy, yo
Dem ain't the real McCoy
They're just some baby boy
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat, bwoy
Gun inna mi hand, yo
Anyway

Gangster for life
Tell dem that, I, I, I, anyway
Alliance
Tell dem that, I, I, I, anyway