[Intro: Govana & Mavado]
Yow (Grimy)
Bad
Anyway
Wha' dem a do?
Weh dem a try?
Haha
From Piece to Spanish Town
You know how e sittn go
Darkness over e Earth again
Send boy under dirt again

[Verse 1: Govana & Mavado]
Badman fling bottle boom in a boy house
'Front a you muma, nozzle in a boy mouth
Chop out headside, shot a eye out
Rifle 'pon the seat when the Tida drive out
Own gun, own don
Catch him 'pon a program
Make e four-four slam
Shipment Portland
Fifteen scope on
Missing in a town and them find you down a Portland (Anyway)
Fire shot throw bomb
Plant head weh them grow yam
Brooklyn, Fordham
Them pussy yah no know man
Pull up a yuh door jam
Dress up like more man
If a four fifteen, them a carry four pan
[?] (Haha)
Blood boy choke 'pon
All we need a location and motion
Chop out intestine and fling dem in a ocean
Sea top them can't float 'pon
Badman, we deal with crime
[Chorus: Mavado & Govana]
Grimy (Yeah)
Murder boy [?]
Po-po can't find me (Can't find me)
Copper a flow from the hundred pan
Easy me press 'pon the Parabellum (Parabellum)
Lord God is a duppy that a follow me now (Yow)
A fi spin and me roll and me fire me gun
Earth a hell with a system a swallow we down

[Verse 2: Govana]
Rifle a wave so (Yeah)
Fifteen draco (Yow)
Goons them NATO (Wah)
Dollar coin save up
Sixteen wake up
Building shake up
AR-eighteen, two clip tape up
Killer them a Towerhill
[?]
Bury boy bare dirt
Rev it 'til e 'K buck (Yeah)
Have killer weh have shine head
Killer weh a beard up (Yeah)
Bullet in a face, a so the killer them a Spain work
Brawling, front page
'Matic a me son age
Forty a buss face
Buss head, buss case
Bad from broke days, but we never bruk place
Beretta bruk bone in a boy tough face
'Nough shoes, 'nough lace
Sick in a we upstairs
Badman pump up e shotty like truck brake
Box a chat, dubplate
Boy a get it and a no [?]
Gully Gad done tell you say the killer deal with crime
[Chorus: Mavado & Govana]
Grimy (Yeah)
Murder boy [?]
Po-po can't find me (Can't find me)
Copper a flow from the hundred pan
Easy me press 'pon the Parabellum (Parabellum)
Lord God is a duppy that a follow me now (Yow)
A fi spin and me roll and me fire me gun
Earth a hell with a system a swallow we down

[Outro: Mavado]
Gun richer than [?]
The duppy gun fly past fifteen
Me turn me enemies in a me victim
So no pussy can style man
Oh God, a you know
From them diss, we run in, a so we grow
A gunshot in a dem face make them head grow
The Kel-Tec lef' dem look like a scare crow
Grimy