Cutsleeve Records Mandeville, the 'mount a man we kill Ravers, Glendevon (Boom) Hanover, back to Negril Junction, Saint E A nightmare when the dawg them appear Shoot boy in a face, a no corn in a air 'Matic a change like car in a gear Marrow gone in a air Westmoreland
Gunshot in a face, a no tough chatting Shot a spin in a them head from the old barrel We chop up boy body and puncture ribs What them know 'bout them, don't know 'bout that Chop off head with a cutlass Burn down house, anybody move, gunshot Bleach 'pon them ends, said like compass Four dawg pull up out a the Probox Me link with the Z, unuh ask Kodak Me will kill one a unuh pussy, unuh know that Burn down your house Make the dawg pour gas in a mouth and light boy body, hold that
Mandeville, the 'mount a man we kill (Light boy body, hold that) Hanover, back to Negril Uptop Camp Wha' 'mount a duppy weh we walk with A haunted, we haunted (Haunted, we haunted) Wha' 'mount a people we murder A hauned, we haunted Man will buss them head very brawling, mhmm If you diss me, you dead by a morning, mhmm
A no killer, it's a pussyhole that Pull up a him foot, me want see the joker Window wind down and the Uzi throw shot Shot a slap in a him head, a no [?] People just a scatter like say a show act The Colt clap, phone drop Chop off your head a put in 'pon the ground And kick it like ball and say a goal that Big 'matic a work Man a drop in a dirt Shot a lodge in a eye Somebody son in a hearse Say them bad, but them no bad, them just a chat in a [?] Man buck them up, a could a ratchet a work
You no want start war, you no want try All a we crime them [?] Say you no want dweet Pussy, you no want fight We will pull a drive-by A no freestyle we call this We send boy body down a Doyley's Run up the 'K like mileage Old .45 flush boy like toilet No boy can't style because me no stylish Wild who? Pussy go suck your mother, no wild this Buss them head with the 'K weh a Chiney Ravers badness, left place grimy Unuh try me, the new MAC-90 The BLR-16 sing like Riley With the new Taurus we buss boy head T65 and the...the new war cutter The war cutter And me no see no boy a Earth me can't go for From gas in a the car, and we have them rass gun yah Two rifle man a march 'pon them ends like soldier Big gun will fire and it evidently The Uzi and MAC truck never empty And if a cheap gun, man have it very plenty Me graduate badness, them there a elementary Me send fi a long rifle a Saint E The six pants have a clip weh a seventy Me shoot boy in a head, make friend see Blood left 'pon the ground fi forensic