Yeah
Mad ting, mad ting
Ayy
Lay down dead no more
Lay down dead no more
Lay down dead no more
Pon floor, no more
Yiy lock
That black pitch
Boy flatten out
And stop twitch
Fire hundred spent shell
Shot stitch
Ends leave look drastic
Me nuh gah church, me nuh Baptist
Fuck nuff gyal, me nuh back fist
With a red cork and a fat spliff
A go home time when the Glock spit
Live rich, dead early
Dawgs me roll wid dem don't girly
Have the chrome firmly, make it load firstly
Cya be me rival, be me victim
Unuh doh worthy, no therapy
Mind twisted, hands more dirty
No mercy, shot a bore, burse eh
Gun full a round that store thirty
Me will bring it me nuh need bag pack
Feel say me warn boy and mascot
Put eh coal, pull eh trigger and gash that
Dispose, dash dat
Lightening flash
Hear wha
Wha me do
Make money and stash cash
Some fassy luv chat and watch, watch
Coming like them life, it a scratch, scratch
Nun fi me catch, skin tear cya patch, patch
Cya diss yah
Feel yah trickster
Me nuh play game like football fixture
Neck twist
Carbine nah miss
Body throw down and wrap up like rizzla
Cow Killa explode, nah blister
Earth shake up and a go mad pon the Richter
Waa run feel say you deh Carifta
Candle light than gwan pon you picture
Money laundry crime that we deh pon
To you face everything spray the pon
Me nuh roll or sport empty weapon
Outta port, but we link with area man
All Babylon praise the don
Go fi boy pronto, nuh wait fi long
See dem off guard and set the bomb
Fire some shot and boom the land
Bad 24/7
Nuh take leave that inna tree
You disrespect the gang
Wha more fi say you ago see
Take out eh, eh Binelli
And boy dem haffi flee
Ah it that from we say you ah fi dead you coulda plea
Lay down dead no more (Dead)
Lay down dead no more (Bwoy)
Lay down dead no more
Pon floor no more
Ah, ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah-ah-ah
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