[Verse 1]
Me no show man mercy
War get bitter like lime a cerasee
So the 9 a kick like Van Persie
Your mother try warn you
Say pack and gwaan, no move far no
Cah the Don Dadda might harm you, corn you
Hard-ears weh you waan go, grave weh shallow
Gunshot, me no walk with sharp blade like Zorro
[Chorus]
Why dem a say dem bad (Why dem a say)
Mek me tell you why dem a say dem bad (Dem find it smelly)
Dem have a friend weh have a friend
Weh have a friend weh have a gun (Lie dem telling)
Waan fi diss the Don, you mussi mad
[Verse 2]
When Grants Pen say, "March"
Soldiers tek torch, four machete cross
The toll a get [?] foes a fret
Chop inna dem heart, mek dem froth like soda
Yeah, fast, pass the fibre glass, road a wreck
Dem a liar, run him down till me tired
Never get a chance fi pop off, so me bore your neck
With me three star, me fight real war
Gangster no leave scar, six feet inna hole you rest
Any bwoy waan pick a war, you're welcome
Tell dem the lane full a strap like we sell gun
Like cigarette me nigga mek shot poison dem lung
MAK-90 crack Mikey, like ice skin a melt down
Bwoy come a tell me dem head hot like fire
Shot a clap like choir, mek the devil from hell run
Bad from me well young, buy gun, me no beg none
Me might no talk, but no think the Askel dumb
Me no show man mercy
War get bitter like lime a cerasee
So the 9 a kick like Van Persie
Your mother try warn you
Say pack and gwaan, no move far no
Cah the Don Dadda might harm you, corn you
Hard-ears weh you waan go, grave weh shallow
Gunshot, me no walk with sharp blade like Zorro
[Chorus]
Why dem a say dem bad (Why dem a say)
Mek me tell you why dem a say dem bad (Dem find it smelly)
Dem have a friend weh have a friend
Weh have a friend weh have a gun (Lie dem telling)
Waan fi diss the Don, you mussi mad
[Verse 2]
When Grants Pen say, "March"
Soldiers tek torch, four machete cross
The toll a get [?] foes a fret
Chop inna dem heart, mek dem froth like soda
Yeah, fast, pass the fibre glass, road a wreck
Dem a liar, run him down till me tired
Never get a chance fi pop off, so me bore your neck
With me three star, me fight real war
Gangster no leave scar, six feet inna hole you rest
Any bwoy waan pick a war, you're welcome
Tell dem the lane full a strap like we sell gun
Like cigarette me nigga mek shot poison dem lung
MAK-90 crack Mikey, like ice skin a melt down
Bwoy come a tell me dem head hot like fire
Shot a clap like choir, mek the devil from hell run
Bad from me well young, buy gun, me no beg none
Me might no talk, but no think the Askel dumb
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