Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell
Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze (boom, boom)
'Pon everybody
Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well
Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell
Pull up!

You nah kill nobody
That a lies, pussy 'top the noise
Heart cold like Happy-Ice, pussy shotty flies
Shallow grave man a drop the life, better watch the hype
Cyaan be no Genah with your pussy appetite
Pull up, and a knock it right, a the traffic light
Brawling, have it inna day, strap inna the night
Some pussy only bad when dem a chat inna the mic
Rifle buss, your belly buss, your friend a drop inna your tripe (shame)
Dash on 'pon a bike (brave), fly gone 'pon a kite
Him mother a try wake him, but it no look bright
She shake him, she shake him, him just a puke pint
Him eye dem a lock dung, what a good sight
Pussy talk straight, mek me buss your wind-pipe (boom)
Never stop fight, boy weh you feel like
A mussi true me get me Visa
Man will put you inna the freezer
Run a program

Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well
Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell
Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze
That a squeeze 'pon everybody
A war dem want, it nah go end well
Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell
Gun a squeeze (boom, boom, boom)

You no fi 'fraid, pussy call name 'K a fire tall grain
Big bulldog aim bullet inna all vein
You lock a small lane, that a pickney ball game
Slap it inna head side, a weh you call pain
Blood splash 'pon your gyal, the short shorts stain
Deh with your gun, you should a pussyclaat shame
Southside and Portmore a say fi fall rain
Shoot anybody, wild and cyaan tame
Banga dem weh hammer, nyamma dem deh
The rassclaat Kel-Tec a stagger dem weh
If a no Gaza a Genahsyde, that a them say
Light up a spliff, with the grabba dem deh
Then me chuck it 'pon me belly, me deh 'pon me ends, yea
Crocs dem ready fi buss it up plenty
The clip a empty, suck your mother, we no friendly
So nobody cyaan call me fi any ??
Kill dem

Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well
Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell
Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze
That a squeeze 'pon everybody
A war dem want, it nah go end well
Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell
Gun a squeeze (squeeze 'pon everybody)

Rifle a swing 'cross, pussy better think fast
Me have me gun inna me hand, nah mek a thing pass
You will dead inna your house, you feel the link soft
Wrap a rope 'round your neck like a fucking scarf
Select, select a gi' your chin half
Face mash up, you see weh touch a thing, 'cause
Kill your friend dem 'pon one every link lost
The 'matic blast dem, lose weight like Rick Ross
Buss your head and deh a road, dawg, we still floss
When badness a teach, dem skip class
Dem badness a make-up, lip gloss
Wake up, which boss fake Dread weh kiss ass
Know how much bwoy man put underneath grass
"Weh dem gone, weh dem gone?" Family keep ask
Nine bine buss him head like a cheap Clarks
Cold and cyaan defrost, chop him up like meat parts
Weh me say me have it
See the likkle life weh you love better give God it (grung!)
Have it fi the pussy dem me have it
Fling, fling up one inna dem head it just a habit
When me say me have it fi the pussy dem me have it
One more duppy 'pon the strap me say fi add it (grung!)
Have it fi the pussy dem me have it, have it
Have it fi the pussy dem

Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well
Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell
Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze
That a squeeze 'pon everybody
A war dem want, it nah go end well
Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell
Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze