Lyrics Aktion Pak - Mavado

Seh dem ago diss who?
Seh dem ago diss me?
Chatty mouth that man
Dem bad like we?

A chat dem a chat
Yap dem a yap
Gullyside we a aktion pak
We nuh cuss-cuss, we nuh wear frock
Gullyside we a aktion pak
Tell dem anything a anything
Any DJ, any sing
Any vocal, any string
Fi rise against di God is a heavy sin

Dem a seh me live a foreign and me nah come back
Have di house pon di hill, dem seh me cyan done dat
Me nuh listen pussy face, yuh stinky tongue dat
Any mumma bloodclaat, violate me a gunshot
Mama tell me seh; "Son, beg you please keep your calm
I'm getting old, and me cyan take di drama"
Yeah, but who sell me out a informer
See death 'round the corner, me nuh left mi armor
Right now, me ash like ginger
From my trigger press, me have a sticky finger
Me no gyal, me no carry pretty finger
12-gauge spray it, buss dem fling through window

I'm ready now
Who did a chat?
Gullyside we a aktion pak
No cuss-cuss, no lip-lip, no parrot
Gullyside we a aktion pak
I'm ready now
Who did a chat?
Di Gullyside full of aktion pak
Nuh beat 'round the bush, nuh go away and come back
Right now, we a aktion pak

Well, any day dem think dem can diss me
Me make Jamaica haffi rewrite history
Guillotines above dem head, it did sail off like a Frisbee
Di fire furnace turn up 'til dem back crispy
So serious now, don't even smile at my own jokes
I'm busy counting paper, yow, clashing is for old folks
Now I'm dealing with diamonds and gold, I'm at the cold ports
I'm fucking your girl, yeah, I'm counting my own strokes

I'm ready now
Who did a chat?
Gullyside we a aktion pak
No cuss-cuss, no lip-lip, no parrot
Gullyside we a aktion pak
I'm ready now
Who did a chat?
Di Gullyside full of aktion pak
Nuh beat 'round the bush, nuh go away and come back
Right now, we a aktion pak

Dem a seh me live a foreign and me nah come back
Have di house pon di hill, dem seh me cyan done dat
Me nuh listen pussy face, yuh stinky tongue dat
Any mumma bloodclaat, violate me a gunshot
Mama tell me seh; "Son, beg you please keep your calm
I'm getting old, and me cyan take di drama"
Yeah, but who sell me out a informer
See death 'round the corner, me nuh left mi armor
Right now, me ash like ginger
From my trigger press, me have a sticky finger
Me no gyal, me no carry pretty finger
12-gauge spray it, buss dem fling through window

A chat dem a chat
Yap dem a yap
Gullyside we a aktion pak
We nuh cuss-cuss, we nuh wear frock
Gullyside we a aktion pak
Tell dem anything a anything
Any DJ, any sing
Any vocal, any string
Fi rise against di God is a heavy sin