Hey man, me a New York man
And me haffi big up all the wicked man dem
Man like Bruiser, man like Kenton
Mark 5, say somethin, my yute, say somethin
Roll on a nigga like Pirellis, loosen for jewels and celly
I've been around crime since flip-flops and jellies
My shit's nappy and hard to get through like a fucked up dookie
He's close like Quran to a Jew
It's Bruiser, '96 fully loaded Land Cruiser
Coming through with the winning team like a Hoosier
Shots ring out, your man's hit, oh shit
Daddy Noti did the killing, IROC the whip
Make the East Coast flip down to France
IROC's the mic that make the niggas dance
So go on, do your thing son, and let 'em know
IROC's the mic and you know you gon' blow
We a go press the matic pistol, remote control
Press the matic pistol, remote con-
We a go kill dem all and come back alone, hey
We a go kill dem all and come back alone
Gun inna mi hand, bwoy, full up mi palm
Any a yuh diss, me know mi gun goin' perform
Yuh know how long Daddy Noti him holler on
Di bwoy dem cyaan hear so dem a drop inna di lawn
Six foot six inna di lawn dem go down
Yuh know how long bad man did a warn dem, mi son
But di bwoy cyaan hear so dem will get a gun, gun
Another guy dead, another son dead, hey
Another guy die, another son die
We a go press the matic pistol, remote control
Press the matic pistol, remote con-
We a go kill dem all and come back alone, hey
We a go kill dem all and come back alone
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