Murda Dem

‎[Intro]
Yo bubba, da gun yah buss sweet like sugar
Hey
Some bwoy fi know dis (know dis)
Say we no back from no war (no war)
When me claat the 16, you get more shot than mix tea
That simple mean some bwoy fi know dis (know dis)
Teacha nuh back from no war
Hey, Jeffery Hype
We, never lose so far
Hey

[Chorus]
It no tek me nothing fi murder dem, dem bwoy deh a baby
War dem a pree, me nah go wait till dem ready
Whole a me rifle dem grease up like a pot full a gravy
No likkle .380 me nah go buss
It no tek me nothing fi murder dem, dem bwoy deh a baby
Kalashnikov ready and me claatin it steady
Buss the Glock till it breezecock and skin out like lady
Di Uzi load faster than charter bus

[Verse 1]
Yeah!
Rifle shot mek yuh skull pop, yuh pulse stop, yuh must drop
No get no chance fi buss back, when buckshot from the clutch back
Attack him rib cage like the mousetrap weh crush rat
Magibarrel a spin like toilet water when you flush that
You likkle shit, if you never mean it, why you chat that
Me rock back with the black MAC, cock it, load it and me clap that
Your brain weh under that hat a fly weh like a ratbat
You stop chat and start cry, yuh just a know seh shot hot

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Buss it!
Serious, no joke, a no the parkers
AK, night lens, bare lens, with built in darkas
Dem know badman dem just a walk and talk as
We have more cartel than Colombia, more Mafia than New York has
'Cause a rifle, handgun, grenade, we fling 'pon corners
Man kill bwoy, a Kingston, country and 'cross the waters
Extortion, from who? Business man, owners of plazas
'Cause every rifle 'pon Gaza is Mr. Palmer's, so

[Chorus]