Shot a fire, man a holler out, "Get low!" (Get low) Shot up your bloodclaat friend, watch you dead slow (Dead slow) Family and relative dem a bawl say, dem miss you Sorry, don't let go (Let go) When G City run out Tell dem me no play-play Man run out with the AK Anything at all weh me see a get spray-spray Shot dem up, boy lay down inna clay-clay Mobay, dem know me no fear No, me no scare When G City run out Clap the Kel-Tec .44 wheel and buss off Anuh sea, me see man a chuck off See the road youth, get the fuck off Press up the trigger 'til the fire pin bruk off Oh fuck, 3 star, get your neck cut off Mi grandfather shotgun, lift it up, dust off (Bumboclaat) Boy a go dead from me buck dem inna the target Pull up with the 'matic and make it hit a hard grip Simple ting, buss a head down a market Shell down your place, melt down like chocolate Bumboclaat, can't bother with the talk lip No, no, no When G City run out G City run out Head lick the six far like a Brian Lara Teeth a run out with the llama Bumboclaat, right now, heart of drama Kill the mother, the father, the daughter G City mi say, yo dawg, we gone a Sparta If some boy feel dem brave, tell dem fi test the water Bere crocs, dem marrow From morning me a hunt a duppy, now me bruk mi ducks Hold on pon the trigger, nozzle kick out like a Jackie Chan Rocket from from Pakistan Clap it pon the ratty van Make boy a disappear like magician Blood a run like the soldier weh dive off of the ratty van Dead 'round the corner, Squash clap him and me drop the bomb What is wrong? Drive by inna the vaxi van Dem think it's a taxi man A whole lot of zootoop make me clap it pon [?] just drop the song Clap the Kel-Tec .44 wheel and buss off Anuh sea, me see bere man a chuck off See the road youth, get the fuck off Press up the trigger 'til the fire pin bruk off No talk When G City run out G City run out Me swear to God we no fear no boy with dem face wrinkle That we mash up like a Pringle Murder your bloodclaat, lef' your woman really single You shouldn't get mi brain bringle Kill a boy inna middle day, DJ Sham you want a jingle? Dem no take me serious true me simple A when the Glock a kick That a soccer kick Blood a drop, a drip Run inna macka stick Boy dead, when the Glock a tic Fi the brand new Glock a wha' me buy a chip Fix, what a drop, a drip With the rubber grip Fire bere copper bloodclaat and hollow tip Fi buss whole heap of head dawg, you know me have the scholarship Dem anuh gangsta, dem boy deh a swallow shit When G City run out