I'm a ball, I'm a ball, I'm a ball
When you buckle up in a gangster
We give the cancer to police, we no answer
Boy, you must be sick inna your head, me no care
See the wicked man's side that still jump over there
Tell what you expect, you sample the wheelchair
We dash really serious and fling with all the fear
I hear murder people, tell them that me don't care
Me gun inna me a coming like a nuclear
And the size of me gun make the president fear
Me finger no have safety in the fear
Shot the reserve and magazine for fear
If you this now, you with your life long