Crossfire

(Misses U) Shoot anything, inna mi crossfire (x3)
Shoot anything right inna di Crossfire

Lost in the wilderness
Coffee & Cigarettes
I will never put my trust in your wickedness
And it sucks to be stuck in your simpleness

Shoot anything, inna mi crossfire (x3)
Shoot anything right inna di Crossfire

(Ruffian Rugged) Shoot anyting right inna mi crossfire
False Messiah, hang him up pon a barbed wire
Run 2(o)17 like "Barb Wire" cuz i a
Rob a "Car Hire" and Mariah plus Fort Minor
Stab a vampire wid a Fork inna campfire
All we need was sumn fuel and a Gas-Lighter
Dump the cig pon the floor like a Dance-Flyer
Bun the whole giame up and then mi dash whe the Insurance fi a budweiser
I got a crush like Aalyah
Pon a bomb track call me Al qaida
So man a never gonna buzz cuz the marketing never sponsorin no talent only the bag a ting whe dem adjust to the hype whe uno admire
Any shot gonna backfire
I´ll be on sunshine & blue sky´s
Rip a choon might, too high
Till i met you guys
And thought about killin uno or do suicide
Now mi shoot anyting and anybody
Body the body a the parlamentarian party
Tell em man a been hustlin wid Bag a the Calli
So dem callin upon wi but mi never been ya fuckin´ Buddy pon Party
So I

(Misses U) Shoot anything, inna mi crossfire (x3)
Shoot anything right inna di Crossfire
(x2)

(Ruffian Rugged) Life´s like a Witcher-Quest
It sucks to be stuck inna yuh simpleness
It sucks to be stuck wid opinions
Whe nuh even tink fi dem self cuz dem follow like Minions
Sinfulness... Equality, no Difference
Mi movin limitless like Syrians
From mi start any Part a mi Bars are period
So from you ever plan fi stand inna mi way you cyaan be serious
Jah know mi the realest Raggamuffin like a Eek mi Ganja Smugglin
And mi hear whe dem a talkin but mi nuh ciare whe dem a chattin
Cuz dem a weird and dem a nuh concious and dem feelin like em nuttin
So dem a play like dem a suppm and dem a fraid from em a grudgin
Dem a dumbin the pickney, nuff a di yuth gonna kill dem self
Cuz the only ting whe dem teachin about a Gears and dis ya mobbin cuz the machine gun gonna nuzzle, replace the genie in a bottle
Wid a bulimia Model and dem a Dreams inna the bubble
Gonna pop up like the brain a political prisoners
Six feet deep inna the coffin so man a pickin up a shovel
And mi hidin the body and leavin him rotten
Mi yellin fuck uno white supremacy my Friend dem a never go pickin up cotton

(Misses U) Lost in the wilderness
Coffee & Cigarettes
I will never put my trust in your wickedness
And it sucks to be stuck in your simpleness

Shoot anything, inna mi crossfire (x3)
Shoot anything right inna di Crossfire
(x2)