2016 Wall Street Common... Hear me nuh Hear me nuh Idecash Dj Frass Yo Rappa! Well, well, well Bwoy step out inna di war and flop himself A try shoot 'round corner and end up shot himself Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell Fucking fool... Bwoy go run down the war and bait up him friends Bait up him family, bait up him endz I couldn't tell you say I sorry fi none of them (Mi nuh sorry fi none of them) You a hear me? Bushmaster just a fire like a rocket Spliff kotch inna mi mouth, mi have the AR and a clap it Bere man a chatty too, hope dem have badness fi back it Cyan catch quako, catch him shirt or him jacket A coulda over Wendy's, mi a go knock it Nuh haffi lef' mi car, just crack the window and slap it The "9X" weh dem a sing inna song, mi got it Look like one of me phone, coulda pass fi one of mi gadget Nuh bring no war to me if you nuh plan fi go hot it Nah go take nuh talk, nobody cyan call me fi squash it We know you short of gun, 'member them snatch it Cold up now No current, none in di socket Mi buy mi own gun, how me fi panic? This a carry 30, with a scope so me can track it If it catch anywhere pon your bone it a go crack it Fire 5 inna your chest, hold down your hand, it cyan go block it Bwoy step out inna di war and flop himself A try shoot 'round corner and end up shot himself Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell Fucking fool... Bwoy go run down the war and bait up him friends Bait up him family, bait up him endz I couldn't tell you say I sorry fi none of them (Fi none of them) Then wait deh! How come nobody nah talk? Tap him pon him shoulder deh, tell him him fall off Shouldn't shoob your head through the rail, shot a take it all off (yeah!) 20-16 show the pussy them we nah laugh! (Straight!) Look how me creep up pon them neat, like say mi cyan walk Them and themselves, you cyan go see him, because the car dark Lef' them a bleed out of them car inna di car park Ackee Walk ready and a wait fi the war start Nuh have no license fi dem yah, but that cyan stop me Haffi roll like how mi roll because them nah drop me Them wouldn't mind me get a sentence fi them laugh at me Join the line, a nuh dem alone waan clap we Novice! Buy mi own gun, how me fi panic? (How mi fi panic?) This a carry 30, with a scope so me can track it If it catch anywhere pon your bone it a go crack it Fire 5 inna your chest, hold down your hand, it cyan go block it Go run down di war and flop himself A try shoot 'round corner and end up shot himself Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell (Wha' you call that?) A fucking fool... Bwoy step out inna the war and bait up him friends (believe me!) Bait up family, bait up him endz "Spin 'round di car, mi nuh business, I goin' murder dem!" Wait... Then how him still a say a fi him place? (Fi him place wha'?) Them paint out fi him face! Shot full him up, da body deh haffi go cremate Put them to sleep, and make the scheme wake Wha' dem have fi show? Dem lose it and nuh know Take 'way him phone, him only bad in front of video Mi go shot up the widow, family a go with you See say you a look a strength, that's why me answer you Bwoy step out inna di war and flop himself A try shoot 'round corner and end up shot himself Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell Fucking fool... Bwoy go run down the war and bait up him friends Bait up family, bait up him endz "Spin 'round di car, mi nuh business, I goin' murder dem!"

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