RiddimRyder:
Empty di Nine Marrow fly like Pigeon
RiddimRyder:
Time fi Bury Dem, dem Face Cyaa repair Enuh
RiddimRyder:
From War Start No Pausing It
RiddimRyder:
Gun a Clap Sweet Cuz It Just Go Grease
RiddimRyder:
But sometimes, I Do sit & Reminisce, Then think about The Years I was Raised, Back in the Days
RiddimRyder:
Couple a yuh Friend Teeh & dem Life A go Lose, Lay Flat pon di Ground Like a Shoes
RiddimRyder:
Gunshot swell him up Like Hippopotamus, M3 shot a Buss Esophagus
RiddimRyder:
Which Part yuh Kill him Dawg, Middle Day, Plaza, Close Range, bun him Like Lava