(Intro)
So who gas dem up
From dem diss the don dem ago dead man
You know the thing go

(Verse 1)
Who gas dem up?
Come wi go buss the cylinder
Mathic in a lap
Dawg half crack the window
Wi nuh fly kick in a chest
Mi nuh ninja
Whole a the strength in a mi index finger
Buss the cylinder, colder than winter
Simple as you si mi dawg mi never left the intro
Tek weh dem life yo could a faster than the sprinter
Pu**y a joke yo tek badman thing fa?
Buss the cylinder, tan in a yo bed
Trigger haffi sub mi kick one in a yo head
Cut the fuckery, from yo dis the don you a go dead
Dem find yo body without the hand, without the head
Buss the cylinder, things get dread
O357 left yo thinner than a thread
Run off yo mouth in a yo skin mi fire led
Somebody buy fish, somebody buy a bread
A nine night
(Chorus)
From you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead(lickle bwoyy)

(Verse 2)
Likkle bwoy try f**k round the system
And love party fi kill dem
A quick kill
Yo si the Glock 32 a mi inkin
That a bore people face and a strip skin
Mi seh the pu**y dem fake like lipsing
And waan cow mi down
Mi gun a fire, guneriah a dem only gun
Drive by pon dem endz and as dem hold the gun
All who ahold a vibes haffi hold the ground

(Chorus)
From you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead(lickle bwoyy)

(Verse 3)
In a yo face mi run mi 3 star
Wi nuh run joke clown
Yo mussi waan bat fly
Ghost town feel like you a king
Pu**y we buss the most cloud
Suh gwaan joke round till wi buss yo throat clown
Run him down, gun him down
In a yo face man empty da tek deh
Nothing nuh nice like when bwoy feel dem get weh
(Chorus)
From you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead(lickle bwoyy)

(Verse 1)
Who gas dem up?
Come wi go buss the cylinder
Mathic in a lap
Dawg half crack the window
Wi nuh fly kick in a chest
Mi nuh ninja
Whole a the strength in a mi index finger
Buss the cylinder, colder than winter
Simple as you si mi dawg mi never left the intro
Tek weh dem life yo could a faster than the sprinter
Pu**y a joke yo tek badman thing fa?
Buss the cylinder, tan in a yo bed
Trigger haffi sub mi kick one in a yo head
Cut the fuckery, from yo dis the don you a go dead
Dem find yo body without the hand, without the head
Buss the cylinder, things get dread
O357 left yo thinner than a thread
Run off yo mouth in a yo skin mi fire led
Somebody buy fish, somebody buy a bread
A nine night