For me, I go dead and then me catch in my laps
Slap him with the Mark 11, I hit it and I lift in a car
Blacky spread him out, we dash him way inna town
Pull up on him with the Beretta, same thing, I go drop
And you, we never say we scared, no matter how dem a chat
He's a little matter, dash them when you flick the mattress
Bust him head and leave him a shot
Couple of little things, yeah
Line up yuh pon the scope and I bust it
Ride up on them with the Beretta and it go something, go flick
All up and full up the drip, and when me force up in a clip
No joke, no inna this, me close up when me toss up the matty
And dose up in it, and burn up yourself and then face it, we now see
Gonna go