Anywayy, Anywayy Gangster for Life bwoy Anyway Anywayy Alliance any day Mavado anyway Tell Them! Their no Real Mckoy , their just some baby boy Them a talk me nah have time fi chat boy Gun inna mi hand, ya face mi shot boy yo! Their no Real Mckoy, their just some baby boy Them a talk me nah have time fi chat boy Gun inna mi hand now, anway Them cya pon man endz and tell man bout gun down You mussi want yuh tabernacle get bun down If mi place before sun down, bring mi gun come Boy a chat tough but a see mi face and tun dum dum The knowledge, the wisdom tell him seh face di pistol Brand new machine deh pon mi waist, a Emp. Pistol Me na have time fi chase now, it take place now Tek gun shot inna face now! Tell them Their no Real Mckoy , their just some baby boy Them a talk me nah have time fi chat boy Gun inna mi hand, ya face mi shot boy yo! Their no Real Mckoy, their just some baby boy Them a talk me nah have time fi chat boy Gun inna mi hand now, anyway Ya can't chat bad man pon no housebroken Cya charge no man pon no cass cabin 15 in di hand, mi bring the gun shots in Ya cya take 9 copper a fire smart strappin Last boy diss, the big man we kidnap him Tie him on a light post, ah same place mi Gas him You tell him fi see mavado and try to test him A five shot blow he lay restin Full Clip gun nuh stick when mi run out Mi G star, I'll cut fucking your tongue out Come and hype with ya gyal when wi done out If you seh run out, rise the gun out (Ah thru di boy them nuh flip , so mi pop off Attack them with the 12 gauge, fi mouth chop off Them head drop off when it pop off we nuh back off A gun shot, mi gun shot, men heart blacker) Ya wa see how the youth a step out in a block work When man ah take to the streets just like a clock work Push mi youth inna ya gyal mi say mi Glock work Blocka blocka, I say mi Glock work nuh stop work (Them fi know man sick in a war) Bullet done! (We use Ice pick in a war G Star pon d rest gun tip ina war) Bumba Blood Clat! (Gun trip in a war) The thugs inna the garrison, them long for this Me and mi father formulate a fucking plan for this Sound the big thing them, Drop a bomb for this Me caught up in mi father concious Full Clip gun nuh stick when mi run out Mi G star, I'll cut fucking your tongue out Come and hype with ya gyal when wi done out If you seh run out, rise the gun out (Ah thru di boy them nuh flip , so mi pop off Attack them with the 12 gauge, fi mouth chop off Them head drop off when it pop off we nuh back off A gun shot, mi gun shot, men heart blacker)