Rockin' brass
Too many good swords, that's my class
Too many things in the past
Who found what now?
See ya!
Ay, goodbye
Who are you?
I'm here in the face
Setting my roof in red
Tell you I'm gone with Bobby Rez
Three-hand gun, two rifle
And a bucket full of lead
Bad man made the list
Jamaica most wanted
And goodbye
You know here
Too much man are dead
And * us and go make you get manga like tread
Partners too thick to get the guy looted
Some boy no know
And we never deal with
We can pack it in tomorrow
We run over the beach
We can make down some of it
And trust the passage
Like certain friend
Cause we no love how them a live
Like certain boy
Cause them too talk in death
Bullies and inform
I love know your business
Might see where me drive
But you can't see where me live
We not trust no guy
See ya!
Bad boy I'm bossing for your M-16
Out the road no pussy
Ain't rocky didn't mean
Lad
When me hear
When me hear
When me hear
I tell them
Goodbye
Who are you?
I'm here in the face
Setting my roof in red
Tell you I'm gone with Bobby Rez
Three-hand gun, two rifle
And a bucket full of lead
Bad man made the list
Jamaica most wanted
And goodbye
You know here
Too much man are dead
And * us and go make you get manga like tread
Partners too thick to get the guy looted
Some boy no know
When them a deal with
Them a lock off the corner
With the rapper Pam Pam
I talk bout no man to the down
Soldiers and God from one to one
When you listen to the words
I'm going to abandon
You better cool boy
You better chill
I know everything you see
You must try to kill
And anywhere you go
You're running it wild
One like said
You is a unruly child boy
Goodbye
Who are them?
Them on the feds
You them a look for ready
They a call when Bobby Rez
Three-hand gun, two rifle
And a bucket full of lead
Bad man made the list
Jamaica most wanted
And goodbye
You know here
Too much man are dead
* us and go make you get manga like tread
Partners too thick to get the guy looted
Some boy no know
When them a deal with
Them a lock off the corner
With the rapper Pam Pam
I talk bout no man to the down
You better chill
You better chill
You better chill
You better chill
You better chill
You better chill
You better chill
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You better chill
You better chill



You better chill
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You better chill
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You better chill
Now when I say
Thank you

You better still
Listen just
The same
You are old
You don't hear too much from the dead
Of course I'm going to make you get mad
Like trade, but this truth
Is going to get you diluted
Some boy don't know where the man deal with
The malacca of the corner
With the rapper, bam, bam
At about no man to the down
Soldiers and guards from one to one
When you listen to the one
Sound full to bantan
You better cool boy, you better chill
I know everything you see
You must try to kill
And anywhere you go, you're running it wild
One like said, you is a
Unruly type boy, but by
One day, the man will fail
You don't look for ready and try
When I be ready, three handguns, three rifles
And a bucket full of lead
But my baby, you make a mouse fountain
And put a bite
You don't hear too much from the dead
Of course I'm going to make you get mad
Like trade, but this truth
Is going to get you diluted
Some boy don't know where the man deal with