Anyway
Ay
Dead dem dead
At the age of sixteen
Buss the MAC 16
Step pon bwoy with my AR15
Him mother hear him, so a funeral fix him
Now a six-foot-six fi him
Sixteen bussin' the chopstick
Bwoy lay down inna hearse without head back inna casket
A rifle man a fire, we nuh chat nor knock fist
Shoot dem fi target practice
Pon every Gully Side weh man a fight war dirty
31 inna the clip, the pussy think seh a 30
Me bad nuh bloodclaat from my mother birth me
The bwoy a talk, no bwoy can girt me
Dem a ghost to me, so me keep my gun close to me
Sometime me a step it's like me close to dream
Meanwhile some pussyhole a yard close to sleep
Shoot out dem eye when dem close to peep
At the age of sixteen
Buss the MAC 16
Step pon bwoy with my AR15
Him mother hear him, so a funeral fix him
Now a six-foot-six fi him
Sixteen bussin' the chopstick
Bwoy lay down inna hearse without head back inna casket
A rifle man a fire, we nuh chat nor knock fist
Shoot dem fi target practice
Me know the criminals
Me know the killers under crevasse
Buss some bwoy, can't gimme no chat because me know seh dem a talk-diss
(Hahaha) A my evil laugh this
Rifle shot fi buss your bloodclaat head like tomatoes
A just your mouth you a fly
Pussyhole, me know a one time we live then we die
To my hand it's just a fly
Since you lie, line him up against the wall, bye-bye
At the age of sixteen
Buss the MAC 16
Step pon bwoy with my AR15
Him mother hear him, so a funeral fix him
Now a six-foot-six fi him
Sixteen bussin' the chopstick
Bwoy lay down inna hearse without head back inna casket
A rifle man a fire, we nuh chat nor knock fist
A target practice
Grants Pen
A wham to dem?
Cassava Piece, Gully Side, Hungry Town
Wah take some ugly clown
Me a talk Whitehall
Put dem under the white fall
Gangstas from Marvely
The Gully war is at Tivoli
At the age of sixteen
Buss the MAC 16
Step pon bwoy with my AR15
Him mother hear him, so a funeral fix him
Now a six-foot-six fi him
Sixteen bussin' the chopstick
Bwoy lay down inna hearse without head back inna casket
A rifle man a fire, we nuh chat nor knock fist
Shoot dem fi target practice
Me a tell you 'bout Jewsland
Waterhouse
Me nuh beg friend
Big up my dawgs dem
Garden East, Spanglers, ha
At the age of sixteen
Klans and one order
Me a tell you 'bout contends, St. Mary
Ay
Wham to dem?
Yow, Gully Gad
To the fuckin' world
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