♪ Many that come to our house ♪
♪ Some empty the grip on them ♪
♪ Got time at our little stick on them ♪
♪ Dem a chat, shoot dem at the blip on them ♪
♪ Now the blood starts to drip from them ♪
♪ Your mama think you coming home, but you're not ♪
♪ Shot bust dem head just like a stone, dem love to chat ♪
♪ Now dem only find dem out, if you dis the patriarch ♪
♪ Man a gangster in a real life, dem boost their pharmacy ♪
♪ Dem be no clear, shit be no buyin' ♪