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Rural Guns – Busy Signal
[Intro:]
Yow meck wi touch the road no dog a wah do some man
Yow a who him man
A wah do some man
Gimme some space
Yow a wah do some hey
Man from St. Thomas with built in hammers
Portland To St. Mary empty the clip straight bananas
Ochy thugs dem no have no manners
Gunshot bite dem like Peranas
And if you violate Racabesa wi presser
Chigger in a badness Clarks
Town man dem as colas
If bwoy diss mi a browns town
Dem find the pussy round a Flanka's
Salem man a clap the slamas
Albert Town a beat the bangers
If you dis sparling yo falling
Like clothe off a hangers
You a go lose if you dis Santa Cruse
Yo think a Bloodclooth Mister and Mrs Smith
A no Brad Pit nor Tom Cruse
When this buss it make bwoy stagger
Dem hang over like a boos stink
Ice cream a fly out a the things wah poor house a used
No pest no man a Westmorland
Could a strap an a wale yo flesh no man
Dem find all piece a yo chest no man
Straight over St. best it go land
Magatty rise the shotty
Bwoy dem a circle bout dem a wap it
Thugs a clap it West End no fear nobody
Hey Sav White house, rise the something bwoy get wipe out
Right out when the thing a beat street light's out
You dis Lucea who si?
You si, was it a Magnum, a speci SLR or Woosy
Hold on deh man
Nine mile man kill you an smile man
Body out a door head deh pon the tile man
Thugs all over the Island
Guns dem stock an pile man
Ready fi nam yo food like crocodile man
Man from Browns Town St. Ann
No carry you a cort fi sentence
Wet dem wet you straight an gi you arrendance
You dis Abutnat? All Cristian a buss head like a coconut
You shouldn't violate before that caw you should a know that
Hot head piarate the thugs dem chigger finger firer y
Wi no spar wid informer
Look wah dem do Mark Miary
Hey Mandiville to Spearchy Hill
To Junction to Black River
Left bwoy cold an a quiver
Separate lungs from liver
Sigo Ville to Grange Hill
Gun stash all in a cane field
If you dis Old Horber a fat shot meck yo maga
Balack laba, bwoy violate an den dem diss di order
Yow the thugs dem circle yo mother
Low are don't even bother
Guns all over the country
Some a dem short some a dem a pumpy
Sada mouth, Sad mouth
Lock yo beak some bwoy speak
Tell dem si mi an rush mi
Bet you none a dem cyan touch mi
Wah the bomboclooth do some bwoy
Yo seet, watch yah no Bambino, watch yah no Mager
Hey desil staneless
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