Lyrics Real McKoy - Busy Signal , Mavado

Gangsta
Anyway, anyway
Gangster for life bwoy
Anyway
Anyway eeh
Alliance any day
Mavado anyway
Tell 'em
Dem no Real Mckoy
They're just some baby boys
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat, boy
Gun inna mi hand, prepare fi shot boy up
Dem no Real Mckoy
They're just some baby boys
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat boy
Gun inna mi hand, yo
Anyway
Them cyan pon man ends and tell man 'bout, "Gun down!"
You mussi want your tabernacle get burn down
Lef' the place before sun down, bring mi gun come
Boy a chat tough, and see mi face, and turn dumb-dumb
No knowledge, no wisdom, tell him say face di pistol
Brand new machine deh pon mi waist, a Emp. Pistol
Me nuh have no time fi chase now, lef' the place now
Take gun shot inna your face now
Tell dem
Dem no Real Mckoy
They're just some baby boys
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat, boy
Gun inna mi hand, prepare fi shot boy up
Dem no Real Mckoy
They're just some baby boys
Dem a talk, me nuh have time fi chat boy
Gun inna mi hand, yo
Anyway
You cyan charge badman pon no house bruk in
Cyan charge man pon no car scrappin'
15 million mi bring go gun shopping
AK take 9 'cause me no fire small strappin
Last boy diss, the big man, we kidnap him
Tie him on a light post, a same place me gas him
Who tell him fi see Mavado and try fi test him?
A five shot blow he lay restin'
Full clip, gun no stick, when me run out
Mi G Star me use and cut your fucking tongue out
Come and hype with your gyal weh we done out
Busy say, "Run out!" (sound the big ting deh!)
Rise the gun out!
A true the boy dem go flip, so me pop off
Attack them with the 12 gauge, the mouth chop off
Them head drop off when it pop off, we no back off
A gunshot, me done chat
Dem heart blacker
Hey!
You wana see how the youth a step out inna black work?
When man a take it to the streets just like a clockwork
Push mi hood inna your gyal, a so mi cock work
Backa! Backa! Backa! A so mi Glock work, nuh stop work
Dem fi know man sick inna war
Bullet done! We use ice pick inna war
G Star weh mi rest gun tip inna war
Bumbo-bloodclaat! Blood drip inna war
Sound it!
The thugs dem inna the garrison, dem long for this
Me and Mavado formulate a fucking plan for this
Sound the big thing deh! Drop a bomb for this
Me call Papine
Mavado, call Casava Piece, 'cause we nuh romp a-
Full clip, gun nuh stick, when me run out
Mi G Star me use and cut your fucking tongue out
Come and hype with your gyal weh we done out
Busy say, "Run out!" (sound the big ting deh!)
Rise the gun out!
A true de boy dem go flip, so me pop off
Attack them with the 12 gauge, the mouth chop off
Them head drop off when it pop off, we no back off
A gunshot, me done chat
Dem heart blacker
We have we gun waving (wha' dem a do?)
From them say, "War is on", you know we gun cravin'
(Wha' some bwoy a think?!)
Copper inna heart from the start, no missing or grazin'
Do the crime, not the time, say these guns amazing (shoot out!)
Dig dem grave in!
Wha' dem a deal with?
Wha' dem a gwan?
Wha' dem a keep up?
The pussy shouldn't flip up
Mavado, hey, do the fucking flip up
Hey!
Me nuh police, me nuh tell no bwoy fi sneak up
Blue steel a make you stink and bloodclaat sniff up
Full clip, gun no stick, when me run out
Mi G Star me use and cut your fucking tongue out
Come and hype with your gyal weh we done out
Busy say, "Run out!" (sound the big ting deh!)
Rise the gun out!
A true the boy dem go flip, so me pop off
Attack them with the 12 gauge, the mouth chop off
Them head drop off when it pop off, we no back off
A gunshot, me done chat
Dem heart blacker
Hey!