Lyrics:
knockis, di trigga man
Me nuh inna di chattin and
Di rappin like jigga man
Hole inna yuh face like when
Backhoe dig a land glock shot tek off
Now dem inna
you need something
I tell you get your mind intact
Mi seh one, she likes Beenie Man
Two, she drinks wine, yeah, she let's get in on
I told you that
kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, Beenie Man you don't really want to
How come you, think you can
I'm from the city where the muddy Mississippi might
Johnny, Mice and Ratbat
And haffi run weh from Sea
View weh yuh come from
And a call man chatta box
Anyway me see you Killa you me a shot a box
Pussy
venders beenie man a sey is your time again
Life is one big road, with a lot of sign
Youthman growing up pon di border line
Better yu live in love
the young dude
Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, Beenie Man
You don't really want to
How come you, think you can
I'm from the city where
somebody's lickin' shots off
Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?) Nigga,
somebody's lickin' shots off
Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?) Nigga,
fresh straight from a farm
Heavy metal strapped to my palm
Beenie Man in the zim zimmer
Stretch out my hand molesting this trigger
KK got whacked by Jsav
mi what's the stats
A just di sheriff Bob did shot, what's the catch?
Nuh gun song never did a mek a tell man lack nuh strap
But ppl still did a dead
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
and keen
Blow your brains out with his gun for messing with his trees
Don't get shot by the old man
Don't get shot by the old man
Don't get shot by the old
my guns
All my women
Ryc is chillin
Sorta like a villain
Surrounded by funky fresh n fly women
Some um is poolside, some um is swimmin
Some um
Big man! When I talk, hear weh yuh fi do?
Shut your mouth, listen close, weh we come fi do?
Shut it down, lick a shot, blow torch a bun
Enough
Big man! When I talk, hear weh yuh fi do?
Shut your mouth, listen close, weh we come fi do?
Shut it down, lick a shot, blow torch a bun
Enough
Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung
That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun
Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong
shot, niggas gettin' stopped
Mommas really outchea losin' they sons
Might as well keep it real with them young niggas
Might as well tell 'em get guns
near to the gun man
Drop a likkle tear for the gun man
She live and die by the gun, man (Die with the gun man)
Tell a lie for the gun man (With
him join a proper gym
Is a stone dat man ah fling? Yo Old Harbour attack him
Clip dem ram like when Beenie and Bounty ah clash ah Sting
Ah one
pon di ground we got the new gun
Run it Red shot a fly out of the nozzle
Man a drop on the ground by the dozzle
This a no M16 This no Mac 11
Bust me
And you might get shot (get shot)
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
You could (fall to your death death) be the first to feel the heat
To see
walk up, or drive-by
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you
his own gun
Now, dad is keeping mum
Shot with his own gun
On your marks, man, ready, set
Let's get loaded and forget
The little corporal got in
meaning, hey
Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh rodman
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah, Jah ranks
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