Attention

Uh, uh, people dead, people dead

Weeping, wailing, moaning, and bawling

Burro Banton doing the killing

Have mercy

Attention all youth man who a brandish the nine as the murder weapon

Attention all youth man who a brandish the sixteen and the M1

Everyday you get up do murderation

And who you a kill, another fellow black man

Me read it inna the paper and pon mi television

One shot, one stop, and a place get bomb

Dem hold two man from off the island

Still dem no know if a the terrorist gang

Love fi walk and brandish up gun inna him hand

Police hold him, carry him gone 'round a station

And dem have the boy under investigation

So attention all youth man who a

Brandish the nine as the murder weapon

Attention all youth man who a brandish the sixteen and the M1

Gwan like you're cool and a gwan like you're mean

True you a fire your bredrin machine

But me married to a Glock and live with the magazine

So all rude boy, you better see what I mean

Some a run and some a hide

True dem spot mi .45, true you spot mi .45

Not even the suckling survive

You love fi take bribe, now you lose fi your life

Dead left your pickney, also fi your wife

With the kerchief inna hand and eye water dem a wipe

So attention all youth man who a brandish the sixteen and the M1

Attention all youth man who a brandish the nine as the murder weapon

Everyday you get up gone down a border

Glock inna your hand, MAC-10 pon shoulder

You no lotion pet dem, neither powder

Coulda ants inna whole rat under cellar

If you diss the gangster and you get murder

Copper shot inna you heart, a pure blood from fire

A the Rema bad boy dem, cock and fire

And the Jungle bad boy dem a sharp shooter

Dem will lick gunshot pon any border

So attention all youth man who a

Brandish the nine as the murder weapon

Attention all youth man who a brandish the sixteen and the M1

Everyday you get up do murderation

And who you a kill, another fellow black man

Me read it inna the paper and pon mi television

One shot, one stop, and a place get bomb

Dem hold two man from off the island

Still dem no know if a the terrorist gang

Love fi walk and brandish up gun inna him hand

Police hold him, carry him gone 'round a station

Have the boy under investigation

So attention all youth man who a

Brandish the nine as the murder weapon

Attention all youth man who a brandish the sixteen and the M1

You a act like you're cool and a gwan like you're mean

True you a fire your bredrin machine

But me married to a Glock and live with the magazine

So all rude boy, better see what I mean

Some a run and some a hide

True dem spot mi .45, if you spot mi .45

Not even the suckling survive

You love fi take bribe, now you lose fi your life

Dead left your pickney, also fi your wife

With the kerchief inna hand and eye water dem a wipe

Attention all youth man who a brandish the nine as the murder weapon

Attention all youth man who a brandish the sixteen and the M1

Say everyday you get up gone down a border

Glock inna your hand, MAC-10 pon shoulder

You no lotion pet dem, neither powder

If you try to diss the gangster, then you fi cup copper