"Bulla Head" lyrics

Yow Shabdon
Yuh know we nuh tek nuh style enuh, hear dat (6ix)
Yuh know we out here
Dem know me cruel

Dem is a bloodclaat rat
Love chat off dem likkle nasty mouth dem love fi yap
Everybody know seh dem a nuh killa, dem love fi act
People ago seh me corrupt wen me full dem up a shot

Man a chuck an gal a duck an man a dive
Bwoy dead from e killa dem arrive
From me a likkle juvenile me nuh tek nuh style
Straight gal to me hood, me nuh man neva ride
Saltspring, Tivoli a hundred rifle rise
Share likkle bwoy dinner different cause we no size
Me shub d Draco thru the window, Fredman a u a drive
Cya style none a d 6ix dem none a we no gay guy

So me screechie pan dem endz
Gun a peep thru door
Aim up yuh Bulla Head, dat a boom pan floor
An wen him drop me check if him face bore
Stand up ova the body gi him d next load
One a try escape run him dung breathless
Swagger nuh stop press, Kel-tec pap neck
An wen me shoot a bwoy me neva tun weh me head
Me wul the 17 firm till it connect e neck
Bobby 6ix have e SLR weh a vintage
A nuh one pop wid nuh board wid nuh inches
Glock wid e green light, dem swear seh a peenie
Magical wid e trigger yuh disappear Geenie
Dem a try fi start a war weh dem nuh ready fah
Send one a me gal fi suck yuh hood an mek she bury yuh
Glock a clap pow! Two out a d Jericho
Buss dem head inna d shop, dem nuh know weh me go

So me screechie pan dem endz
Gun a peep thru door
Aim up yuh Bulla Head, dat a boom pan floor
All wen him drop me check if him face bore
Stand up ova the body gi him d next load
Me nuh fidget wen me legit
While dem a mek talk 6ix Boss a count digit
Me nuh batsman a gal drawz me visit
Cya style we, suck yuh Mada wid yuh gimmicks
The 6ix dem out here an we neva get timid
We nuh frighten fi screw face, we nuh fear image
Leff bwoy dead an rotten an stink like grunidge
Whole heep a yute me leggo a road so pay man Homage
Pussy!

We out here man
Cya style 6ix Boss yuh hear dat
Dawg!
Headshot!

Man a chuck an gal a duck an man a dive
Bwoy dead from e killa dem arrive
From me a likkle juvenile me nuh tek nuh style
Straight gal to me hood, me nuh man neva ride
Saltspring, Tivoli a hundred rifle rise
Share likkle bwoy dinner different cause we no size
Me shub d Draco thru the window
Fredman a u a drive
Cya style none a d 6ix dem none a we no gay guy

So me screechie pan dem endz
Gun a peep thru door
Aim up yuh Bulla Head, dat a boom pan floor
All wen him drop me check if him face bore
Stand up ova the body gi him d next load
One a try escape run him dung breathless
Swagger nuh stop press, Kel-tec pap neck
An wen me shoot a bwoy me neva tun weh me head
Me wul the 17 firm till it connect e neck
Bobby 6ix have e SLR weh a vintage
A nuh one pop wid nuh board wid nuh inches
Glock wid e green light, dem swear seh a peenie
Magical wid e trigger yuh disappear Geenie
Dem a try fi start a war weh dem nuh ready fah
Send one a me gal fi suck yuh hood an mek she bury yuh
Glock a clap pow! Two out a d Jericho
Buss dem head inna d shop, dem nuh know weh me go