| Buss head!
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| Yo
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| Young Lord, Young Lord, Young Lord
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| (Fuck dem up)
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| Hey
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| (Fuck dem up)
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| Yo Frass
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| If Babylon no worry me, then who dem bwoy yah?
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| Waan violate and no expect gunshot fi fire
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| Know dem no serious when it comes down to the wire, hey
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| Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier
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| Frass, sound up the trumpet like a choir
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| Man a pick up dem slippers when shot a fire
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| You never kill nobody, you is a fucking liar, hey
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| Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier
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| Watch yah now
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| Roll silent, but we’re lethal
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| None of my gun dem no legal
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| We no care who inna your vehicle
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| Gunshot a kill everybody inna sequel
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| Tell unno fi lowe the badness and pree gyal
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| We a human, but we a no equal
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| War cyaan buy out, it cyaan resolve
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| No need police, crime no hard fi we solve
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| Vendetta role silent, but we’re deadly
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| Pussy dem a chat like Beverly
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| Anything a anything, me ready
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| Iron tablet fi a bwoy weh talk heavy
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| Me say fi, do wha' you a do and stop tell me
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| Cyaan trick we, no we’re not friendly
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| And if a shoot out, then a shoot out
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| Make dem know say the drum no have no empty a empty
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| Me mad with a clip and it always a tempt me
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| Gun smoke give me a high like sensie
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| Young Lord, you know the odds is against me
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| You ask me the reason, me tell you say a envy
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| Country bwoy come a town a pretend fi
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| Killing, know him a no killer but him a 'pprentice
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| 'Par a town, but the bwoy deh a St. E'
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| Claat the six panse, me a give him 'bout 20
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| Babylon don’t worry me, neither dem bwoy yah
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| Dem cyaan violate and no expect gunshot fi fire
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| Know dem no serious when it comes down to the wire, hey
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| Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier
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| Frass, we a sound the trumpet like a choir
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| Man a pick up dem slippers when shot a fire
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| Me lose me shipment, me haffi find a next supplier, hey
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| Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier
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| Action, nah fi talk
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| Know me a genial and me craft the craft
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| Body split, forty parts
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| Gunshot inna your lungs make it hard fi cough
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| Murder scene white chalky-chalk
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| Forensic tell your mother say, she cyaan go pass
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| If me no mean it, me nah go talk
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| Big all buss heads weh walk the walk
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| Tracing a joke thing
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| Cyaan bother with the toasting
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| Fool just get a one strap and now badness a choke him
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| Damn, wha' kind a weed dem smoking?
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| Me a wonder who coach him
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| Bere gunshot when me approach him
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| A so me step dem, cockroach him
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| Why dem a do the most things?
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| Cyaan bother with the toasting
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| Bwoy just get a one link and now badness a choke him
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| Damn, wha' kind a weed dem smoking?
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| Me a wonder who coach him
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| Bere gunshot when me approach him
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| A so me step dem, cockroach him
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| Babylon no worry me, neither dem bwoy yah
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| Cyaan violate and no expect gunshot fi fire
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| Know dem no serious when it comes down to the wire, hey
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| Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier
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| Frass, sound up the trumpet like a choir
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| Man a pick up dem slippers when shot a fire
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| You never kill nobody, you is a fucking liar, hey
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| Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier
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| Fuck dem up, fuck dem up
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| Fuck dem up |