[Hook]
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Style what mi have [?]
Got the key fi di game, so mi lock it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Keep it gangster, dutty pon dem
And mi send fi di big dutty shotty pon dem

[Verse 1: D Double E]
I'm, I'm feeling pukka
[?] hard like nunchucka
Going for the gold like B. A. Baracus
Lyrical nutter straight from the gutter
First class, I'm on the A-Team
Some of them are on the B-team and the C-team
Come and join the D Double E team
That's the team to be on
I'm a scholar, we can have a gamble, ching chang walla
Deeper down, I know you wanna follow
If you change your mind, just, just
Just holla me, holla me
Follow me, follow me
It's going down like the economy
We're deluxe, they're economy
Them boys could never try conning me, honestly
[Hook]
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Style what mi have [?]
Got the key fi di game, so mi lock it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Keep it gangster, dutty pon dem
And mi send fi di big dutty shotty pon dem

[Verse 2: P Money]
Yo, badman
Brand new whip? Badman
Girls in it too? Badman
Dickhead, they think you're some cabman
Back in the day, I was shotting like a madman
My chauffeur was a cabman
50 here, 50 there, 100 here
When the feds were there
I swallowed more dots than Pac Man
I was mad, fam, fuck hand-outs
So I was giving out backhands
I ain't on playing no games with the strap
But you're definitely stuck in the mud if I tag man
I see through these MCs like a CAT scan
Hit low, I couldn't gas man
'Lowe the gun talk
P, I dealt with more second-hand artillery than an Afghan
Rah
[Hook]
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Style what mi have [?]
Got the key fi di game, so mi lock it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Keep it gangster, dutty pon dem
And mi send fi di big dutty shotty pon dem

[Verse 3: Frisco]
Before I eat this beat, I'ma grace it first
From me, you will never get a basic verse
Just give me the riddim and let me do what I do
I come through and I more than make it work
Clean in my heart, I was raised in the dirt
Gunshot for a hater, pagan alert (SKY!)
We ain't gonna rock, I'll pull something out of my sock
Invasion alert
OK, chat to me now, let's get busy
Got gas on my chest cah' the flow's too fizzy
I'll make the darg dem bite you up
The likkle young bucks ain't gonna ask "who is he?"
Fam, what is it?
Footsie gave me the permit to murder a guy with lyrics
So fuck it, I'ma murder a guy with lyrics
Bring life to the tune, then kill it
[Hook]
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Style what mi have [?]
Got the key fi di game, so mi lock it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Keep it gangster, dutty pon dem
And mi send fi di big dutty shotty pon dem

[Verse 4: Footsie]
I spit with fire in the belly
It's like 'nuff guys are pregnant
Cause they spit with a liar in the belly
Whenever I turn my TV on
I see bare lies on telly
These guys are straight Jim Carrey
Liar, liar
Bullshit, I'm no buyer, buyer
Nah, you can't fool me, fam
In this ting, you can't school me, Dan
I keep it gangster just like Gotti
My flow is 12 gauge just like shotty
So you should call it, fam
Cah' the tool will leave you crawling, dan
My work is neat, not sloppy
Feel the kickback when the shotty go...

[Hook]
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Style what mi have [?]
Got the key fi di game, so mi lock it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Boom, boom, drop it pon dem
Keep it gangster, dutty pon dem
And mi send fi di big dutty shotty pon dem