Find Dem Popcaan
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When you see me lift the piece a MAC-90
You better run
Yow, Karey (Yow, Karey)
When you see me lift the MAC (Trouble, foot)
Gun them down, gun them down
Gun them down, gun them down
Gun them down, gun them down
Rifle a beat like rough cut drum
Man find them house and burn them down
Gunshot in a your face in a the brawling sun
My G go fi dem wid bale and gun
Boy fall like tree and drop 'pon ground
Boy dead
Flow hotter than the ozone
Gunshot in a your head and you gone [?]
Shot fly through your ear, a no sound [?]
Doctor a read your brain like a pronoun
Nah left the gun go nowhere
You mussi mad, nah dweet
Nah left the Glock gone street
Rise up the fifteen, select it and make your head leak
Yeah, we full a shot [?]
Pussy [?] like [?] killy
Boy, anywhere me gun [?] baptize
People feel say a Titanic when him a capsize
Fifty-cal burn him up, them think a hot fries
Them a ask who kill him, send a girl go ask Christ
Mama tell you stay home, you should a take her advice
Full a gun, yeah, me have them in a all size
From you diss the Unruly, me know you don't wise
You better run
Yow, Karey (Yow, Karey)
When you see me lift the MAC (Trouble, foot)
Gun them down, gun them down
Gun them down, gun them down
Gun them down, gun them down
Rifle a beat like rough cut drum
Man find them house and burn them down
Gunshot in a your face in a the brawling sun
My G go fi dem wid bale and gun
Boy fall like tree and drop 'pon ground
Boy dead
Flow hotter than the ozone
Gunshot in a your head and you gone [?]
Shot fly through your ear, a no sound [?]
Doctor a read your brain like a pronoun
Nah left the gun go nowhere
You mussi mad, nah dweet
Nah left the Glock gone street
Rise up the fifteen, select it and make your head leak
Yeah, we full a shot [?]
Pussy [?] like [?] killy
Boy, anywhere me gun [?] baptize
People feel say a Titanic when him a capsize
Fifty-cal burn him up, them think a hot fries
Them a ask who kill him, send a girl go ask Christ
Mama tell you stay home, you should a take her advice
Full a gun, yeah, me have them in a all size
From you diss the Unruly, me know you don't wise
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