Murder

Some little bwoy diss me the other day
And swear say dem get away
But anyweh we see dem bwoy deh a stray
The whole a dem a get spray
Mama, she a beg, and a hope, and pray
Say, «No bother with the gunplay»
But some little man nuh know how badman stay
And a run go fi AK
But anybody test my door after hours, that a murder
Bruk-bruk out!
Bruk out! Bruk out!
We know the flex, we know the score
We are ready for whatever
Bruk-bruk out!
Bruk out! Bruk out!
Some little bwoy a talk up inna dem nose
And a give we pure gun pose
We nuh give no respect to fools like those
Weh a wear up the Don clothes
Rally pon mi ends and a hold a snooze under some Indoes
See mi enemy dem and all my foes a screechie and a tip toes
But anybody test my door after hours, that a murder
Bruk-bruk out!
Bruk out! Bruk out!
We know the flex, we know the score
We are ready for whatever
Bruk-bruk out!
Bruk out! Bruk out!
Some little bwoy diss me the other day
And swear say dem get away
But anyweh we see dem bwoy deh a stray
The whole a dem a get spray
Mama, she a beg, and a hope, and pray
Say, «No bother with the gunplay»
But some little man nuh know how badman stay
And a run go fi AK
But anybody test my door after hours, that a murder
Bruk-bruk out!
Bruk out! Bruk out!
We know the flex, we know the score
We are ready for whatever
Bruk-bruk out!
Bruk out! Bruk out!
But anybody test my door after hours, that a murder…