[Intro:] Di clip load, so we nuh talk loud Send brain go p**ycat cloud How man fi say we fear dem? Bere Crocs a walk round What a p**ycat ting, when mi run up and down man tun it inna di ra** crowd Somebody get it Jone's Avenue [Chorus:] Buss my gun dem inna bwoy face Anyweh at all From you run up pon gunman Head haffi go fall What a thing when mi line up the crocks dem Load up the gun dem k** bout three a dem p**y start fret Same thing, feds dem waan fi call [Verse 1:] Spain Town buss dem head Don't ramp wid the bloodclaat swamp a nuh blank p**y and copper and led Pa** mi the askella One genna, a one genna Dem a batty man dread Man shot him, man watch him Breath leave him body Reema naw shot him and fled Oh God, Oh God, Oh God Tears haffi shed Genocide, anything run up in a wi dead Anything run up in a mi dead Mi walk wid it Anything run up in a mi dead Anything run up in a mi dead Mi claating it [Chorus:] Buss my gun dem in a bwoy face Anyweh at all From you run up pon gunman Head haffi go fall What a thing when mi line up the crocks dem Load up the gun dem k** bout three a dem p**y start fret Same thing, feds dem waan fi call [Verse 2:] If a shoot out, a shoot out Wi never yet hide When mi k** some p**y Any man weh tek side 3 in a dem face, 3 in a dem head side From the yeng, yeng, start a d**h ride The gun a jump, fire buss yo chest wide Yo friend a try run and him slide Mi nuh have pity, mi have pride Slap it in a him face, wa do some bwoy? From mi tell the crocks Spains up Quick wi run you down in a the street And buss yo brains out Common a k**er dem have k**er friend Wi never chat the same road [Chorus:] Buss my gun dem in a bwoy face Anyweh at all From you run up pon gunman Head haffi go fall What a thing when mi line up the crocks dem Load up the gun dem k** bout three a dem p**y start fret Same thing, feds dem waan fi call