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Ayy, Westside
Bayside
Strangetown, New City
Ayy, big tree
Fif, twi, six, we say pray, hey
The badness come with a high
(Are you hear me, MPP?)
I wanna laugh with boy, yeah (grr, grr)
The one of dem a be 'em but me know that
Him a push the badness like straw, nah (straw)
That's why him a trip up every room, gang
Tutti belly and his lungs like a horse, nah
Pussy from me a di say, "Wa get dead", I make it do her, nah
Pussy on the chat, find me run the program
Boy head drop a gun like coconut
Four o'clock four o'clock, I got any weapon, but you feel me?
Tell 'em if dem run up everything, I'm dead
Tell 'em who's down 'cause I'm a nigga then
Rifle shot a bunty like a cigarette
Feel you no evil, kill you dead
Only bad fi yuh gal and yuh little sister dem (sister dem)
No bother with the lippin' pon the internet, they ain't chattin'
Bring sword and everything can 'eck
Mount a rifle pon the four o'clock, slimmer dem
Calli shrika fi rifle shot, the mount a trick
The mount a Glocks, the mount a weapon
Mount a box, the mount a machine gun me lang
The mount a machine we have and unnuh machine fi go wash
This a link 459, pussy had it by five o'clock
And unnuh never go a ream, I fi feel all kind of bad
Fully action pack, feel okay full of shot
Got four five of this, four, wait, six of that
(Mm, mm, mm)
The one of dem a be 'em but me know that (me know that)
Dem a push it 'pon me, it's like stroller (stroller)
That's why me trip up off yuh chrome block (chrome block)
Tuck di belly high, long like Corsa
Pussy from yuh disseh, wag out dead and mek it do unnuh (woof)
Headshatter what di dome drop
Boy, head drop a gun like coke, not fork, like full mag
Yeah, yeah, feel me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Me press it trigger precisely
Marksman, no gunsman, no evil like me
Shit, blood a flush, face must sting, not highly
Feel a di, "Biff, why yuh hiding?"
The scope a find him, bury it all in a minute
A pussy can't catch me, I swear me head pon front, me never look
I took di six and never cash pot, got inna this trap
Boss dem made an bun, me ganja me higher pon dem (slammat)
Tell 'em if dem run up everything, I'm dead
Tell me which darka that me niggah dem
Rifles at a bunkin' like a cigarette
Feel unnuh evil 'til you're dead
Only bad fi yuh gyal and yuh little sister dem
That's why, yeah, me trip up every crime, gyal
I thought di belly hangin' long like one star
Pussy from me di cell, wah go dead and mek it do unnuh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Headshatter when it one drop