"Sixteen" lyrics
Anywayy
Ayyyy
Dead dem dead
At di age of sixteen, buss di mac 16
Step pon bwoy wid mi AR15
Him madda hear him so a funeral fix 'feem
Now a six foot six 'feem
Sixteen, bussin' e chopstick
Bwoy lay dung inna hearse without head back inna casket
A rifle man a fire, we nuh chat nor knock fist
Shoot dem fi target practice
Pon every gully side, weh man a fight war dirty
31 inna di clip, di pussy think seh a thirty
Mi bad nuh bloodclaat from my madda birth me
Bwoy a talk, no bwoy cyaa girt me
Dem a ghost to me, so mi keep mi gun close to me
Sometime me a step it's like mi close to dream
Meanwhile some pussyhole a yard close to sleep
Shoot out dem eye when dem close to peep
At di age of sixteen, buss di mac 16
Step pon bwoy wid mi AR15
Him madda hear him so a funeral fix 'feem
Six foot six 'feem
Sixteen, bussin' e chopstick
Bwoy lay dung inna hearse without head back inna casket
Rifle man a fire, we nuh chat nor knock fist
Tek dem fi target practice
Mi know di criminals
Mi know di killas and di [?]
Wuss somebody cyaa gimme no chat because mi know seh dem a talk dis
(Hahaha) a mi evil laugh dis
Rifle shot fi buss yuh bloodclaat head like tomatis
A just yuh mouth you a fly
Pussyhole mi know a one time we live then we die
True mi [?] just a fly
Since yuh lie, line him up against di wall, bye bye
At di age of sixteen, buss di mac 16
Step pon bwoy wid mi AR15
Him madda hear him so a funeral fix 'feem
Six foot six 'feem
Sixteen, bussin' e chopstick
Bwoy lay dung inna hearse without head back inna casket
Rifle man a fire, we nuh act nor knock fist
A target practice
Grantspen
A wapm to demm
Cassava Piece, Gully side, Hungry Town
Wah tek some ugly clown
Mi a talk Whitehall
Put dem unda di white fall
Gangstas from Marvely
Di gully war is a tall valley
At di age of sixteen, buss di mac 16
Step pon bwoy wid mi AR15
Him madda hear him so a funeral fix 'feem
Now a six foot six 'feem
Sixteen, bussin' e chopstick
Bwoy lay dung inna hearse without head back inna casket
A rifle man a fire, we nuh chat nor knock fist
Shoot dem fi target practice
Me a tell yuh bout Jewsland
Waterhouse, we nuh beg friend
Big up mi dogs dem
Gardenist, Spanglaz
At di age of sixteen
Klans and one order
Me a tell yuh bout contends, St. Mary
Ayyyyy
Wapm to dem
Yo, Gully god
To di fuckin' world
Ayyyy
Dead dem dead
At di age of sixteen, buss di mac 16
Step pon bwoy wid mi AR15
Him madda hear him so a funeral fix 'feem
Now a six foot six 'feem
Sixteen, bussin' e chopstick
Bwoy lay dung inna hearse without head back inna casket
A rifle man a fire, we nuh chat nor knock fist
Shoot dem fi target practice
Pon every gully side, weh man a fight war dirty
31 inna di clip, di pussy think seh a thirty
Mi bad nuh bloodclaat from my madda birth me
Bwoy a talk, no bwoy cyaa girt me
Dem a ghost to me, so mi keep mi gun close to me
Sometime me a step it's like mi close to dream
Meanwhile some pussyhole a yard close to sleep
Shoot out dem eye when dem close to peep
At di age of sixteen, buss di mac 16
Step pon bwoy wid mi AR15
Him madda hear him so a funeral fix 'feem
Six foot six 'feem
Sixteen, bussin' e chopstick
Bwoy lay dung inna hearse without head back inna casket
Rifle man a fire, we nuh chat nor knock fist
Tek dem fi target practice
Mi know di criminals
Mi know di killas and di [?]
Wuss somebody cyaa gimme no chat because mi know seh dem a talk dis
(Hahaha) a mi evil laugh dis
Rifle shot fi buss yuh bloodclaat head like tomatis
A just yuh mouth you a fly
Pussyhole mi know a one time we live then we die
True mi [?] just a fly
Since yuh lie, line him up against di wall, bye bye
At di age of sixteen, buss di mac 16
Step pon bwoy wid mi AR15
Him madda hear him so a funeral fix 'feem
Six foot six 'feem
Sixteen, bussin' e chopstick
Bwoy lay dung inna hearse without head back inna casket
Rifle man a fire, we nuh act nor knock fist
A target practice
Grantspen
A wapm to demm
Cassava Piece, Gully side, Hungry Town
Wah tek some ugly clown
Mi a talk Whitehall
Put dem unda di white fall
Gangstas from Marvely
Di gully war is a tall valley
At di age of sixteen, buss di mac 16
Step pon bwoy wid mi AR15
Him madda hear him so a funeral fix 'feem
Now a six foot six 'feem
Sixteen, bussin' e chopstick
Bwoy lay dung inna hearse without head back inna casket
A rifle man a fire, we nuh chat nor knock fist
Shoot dem fi target practice
Me a tell yuh bout Jewsland
Waterhouse, we nuh beg friend
Big up mi dogs dem
Gardenist, Spanglaz
At di age of sixteen
Klans and one order
Me a tell yuh bout contends, St. Mary
Ayyyyy
Wapm to dem
Yo, Gully god
To di fuckin' world
