Lyrics
S-s-s-s-salute!
Waah!
Maggot!
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yo!
Well, to how yard a run, every other juvenile have a gun
And dem no itch from skin fi get bun
5-0S have gun, but the shottas dem have bigger gun
Inna shoot out, guess who a run
Well, from Cornwall, Middlesex, sorry, badman no take sorry
What did me hear? Dem shoot up a lorry
To how dem gun big, it long like the road fi go a Barry
Never left it like dem a dip Mary
Badman no take chat, and no, dem no roll without the strap
When the Glock clap, bwoy left a gap
Well, me brave, but shotta kill more than AIDS
That's why shottas nasty, shirt need aid
Jamaica have a few limousine, car mart, and hearse
But at the church and morgue dem make the purse
Me a talk to every gangsta, no one stop and ends
On turf, one eye, God no fi fail forward
Yeah!
Anuh the screw face and no bag of talk
A just the squeeze and you're left inna the dark
Anuh mesh marine, a the Wallabee Clarks
A the intention weh pree inna the thoughts
Ayy
Anuh the screw face and no bag of talk
A just the squeeze and you're left inna the dark
Anuh mesh marine, a the Wallabee Clarks
A the intention weh pree inna the thoughts
Well, everybody a wish Jamaica woulda come back
To the days when you don't open 'til 12 o'clock
To walk late at night, and no one no attack you
That can't gwan, again, schoolers have dem Glock
To watch wha' you talk pon phone 'cause feds a tap phone
Phone will make prison be your home
'Cause shottas, you know, careless like stray dog a look bone
They all 'bout a roam
Anuh the screw face and no bag of talk
A just the squeeze and you're left inna the dark
Anuh mesh marine, a the Wallabee Clarks
A the intention weh pree inna the thoughts
Ayy
Anuh the screw face and no bag of talk
A just the squeeze and you're left inna the dark
Anuh mesh marine, a the Wallabee Clarks
A the intention weh pree inna the thoughts
Well, to how yard a run, every other juvenile have a gun
And dem no itch from skin fi get bun
5-0S have gun, but the shottas dem have bigger gun
Inna shoot out, guess who a run
Well, from Cornwall, Middlesex, sorry, badman no take sorry
What did me hear? Dem shoot up a lorry
To how dem gun big, it long like the road fi go a Barry
Never left it like dem a dip Mary
Badman no take chat, and no, dem no roll without the strap
When the Glock clap, bwoy left a gap
Well, me brave, but shotta kill more than AIDS
That's why shottas nasty, shirt need aid
Jamaica have a few limousine, car mart, and hearse
But at the church and morgue dem make the purse
Me a talk to every gangsta, no one stop and ends
On turf, one eye, God no fi fail forward
Yeah!
Anuh the screw face and no bag of talk
A just the squeeze and you're left inna the dark
Anuh mesh marine, a the Wallabee Clarks
A the intention weh pree inna the thoughts
Ayy
Anuh the screw face and no bag of talk
A just the squeeze and you're left inna the dark
Anuh mesh marine, a the Wallabee Clarks
A the intention weh pree inna the thoughts
Waah!
Maggot!
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yo!
Well, to how yard a run, every other juvenile have a gun
And dem no itch from skin fi get bun
5-0S have gun, but the shottas dem have bigger gun
Inna shoot out, guess who a run
Well, from Cornwall, Middlesex, sorry, badman no take sorry
What did me hear? Dem shoot up a lorry
To how dem gun big, it long like the road fi go a Barry
Never left it like dem a dip Mary
Badman no take chat, and no, dem no roll without the strap
When the Glock clap, bwoy left a gap
Well, me brave, but shotta kill more than AIDS
That's why shottas nasty, shirt need aid
Jamaica have a few limousine, car mart, and hearse
But at the church and morgue dem make the purse
Me a talk to every gangsta, no one stop and ends
On turf, one eye, God no fi fail forward
Yeah!
Anuh the screw face and no bag of talk
A just the squeeze and you're left inna the dark
Anuh mesh marine, a the Wallabee Clarks
A the intention weh pree inna the thoughts
Ayy
Anuh the screw face and no bag of talk
A just the squeeze and you're left inna the dark
Anuh mesh marine, a the Wallabee Clarks
A the intention weh pree inna the thoughts
Well, everybody a wish Jamaica woulda come back
To the days when you don't open 'til 12 o'clock
To walk late at night, and no one no attack you
That can't gwan, again, schoolers have dem Glock
To watch wha' you talk pon phone 'cause feds a tap phone
Phone will make prison be your home
'Cause shottas, you know, careless like stray dog a look bone
They all 'bout a roam
Anuh the screw face and no bag of talk
A just the squeeze and you're left inna the dark
Anuh mesh marine, a the Wallabee Clarks
A the intention weh pree inna the thoughts
Ayy
Anuh the screw face and no bag of talk
A just the squeeze and you're left inna the dark
Anuh mesh marine, a the Wallabee Clarks
A the intention weh pree inna the thoughts
Well, to how yard a run, every other juvenile have a gun
And dem no itch from skin fi get bun
5-0S have gun, but the shottas dem have bigger gun
Inna shoot out, guess who a run
Well, from Cornwall, Middlesex, sorry, badman no take sorry
What did me hear? Dem shoot up a lorry
To how dem gun big, it long like the road fi go a Barry
Never left it like dem a dip Mary
Badman no take chat, and no, dem no roll without the strap
When the Glock clap, bwoy left a gap
Well, me brave, but shotta kill more than AIDS
That's why shottas nasty, shirt need aid
Jamaica have a few limousine, car mart, and hearse
But at the church and morgue dem make the purse
Me a talk to every gangsta, no one stop and ends
On turf, one eye, God no fi fail forward
Yeah!
Anuh the screw face and no bag of talk
A just the squeeze and you're left inna the dark
Anuh mesh marine, a the Wallabee Clarks
A the intention weh pree inna the thoughts
Ayy
Anuh the screw face and no bag of talk
A just the squeeze and you're left inna the dark
Anuh mesh marine, a the Wallabee Clarks
A the intention weh pree inna the thoughts