On a ball, on a ball, on a ball
When we woke up we no 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 just show you all the sorrows and play with all the fear
I hear murder people, tell them that me don't care
Me gun inna me and coming like a nuclear
On the sides of me gun, make the president fear
Me finger no have say, pity you no fear
Shot the air reserve and magazine for fear
If you disturb you, your life lost