No Boi

Lyrics

[Intro: Nasty Jack] This is a public notification My name is Jack'Son from West London To all who this may concern Can you please keep me name Outta your dutty mouth [Bridge: Nasty Jack] If you have bars, pussyhole, then send dem I don't give a fuck 'bout dat, I'll leng dem Murder the deejay, murder your friend dem Come to the dance on a one and skeng dem If you have bars, pussyhole, then send dem I don't give a fuck 'bout dat, I'll leng dem Murder the deejay, murder your friend dem Come to the dance on a one and skeng dem [Verse 1: Nasty Jack] Dem ah talk like dan Dem ah get punch inna dem grill and start run Still up to none, they never buss no gun Bag of badman lyrics dem ah blaze like sun And still up to none, they never shoot no one If it woulda me, woulda clipped, then some Pussyhole shot me so me rinse off di drum If she woulda there we woulda murder di mum In West London, we buss gun fi fun Man ah beat bare shot like Wiley's kick drum Only do war on track if you're number one Don't call out me name like Riko Dan Dem disrespect, me ah go rise me weapon Lick shot inside a fass skeleton Bad from me born, you know me militant Don't pet, pet, I won't pet to kill a cunt, yeah [Chorus: Nasty Jack] Big up all di badman Deh pon di road Big up all di badman Who keep to di G code Big up all di trend set Fi dun know You're a badboy when you walk pon street No likkle boy could ever thump out your cleet [Verse 2: Nasty Jack] Pussyhole better back down before he gets slapped down Why dem love to act out? No, it's not that now, cuh we got di cash now So we bring out the MACs now Me par with badman from Grove, SB and Acton So mind how you talk when you come round Cuh you will get gun down Same place me shot him, the same place he fall down Cuh dem ah get exciting with the lyric dem writing Dem need to stop now Before me send dem to God now And the city get locked down, and the boy get Glocked down This is not a bag of chat, it will get hot now I'm an expert at archery, dem artist, they will get popped now [Chorus: Nasty Jack] Big up all di badman Deh pon di road Big up all di badman Who keep to di G code Big up all di trend set Fi dun know You're a badboy when you walk pon street No likkle boy could ever thump out your cleet [Verse 3: Nasty Jack] Soundboy better ease up before I start squeeze up Make the R6 wheel up Buss a couple shot, then breeze off Lick your headback right clean off Front page of The Voice and Gleaner Leave no trace at the scene-a Dem cyaan see me like Cena 52 nugshot inside your Beemer Me nuh par with eediat Dem boy keep too much secret Dem only turn badboy recent They don't really want me to murder the even Ease me up, let me chief dem Becuh dem chat too much Dem not rough like Beacon From I rise the mash, I will beat dem Lungs and heart, I will eat them [Chorus: Nasty Jack] Big up all di badman Deh pon di road Big up all di badman Who keep to di G code Big up all di trend set Fi dun know You're a badboy when you walk pon street No likkle boy could ever thump out your cleet [Verse 4: Flowdan] Yo, unnu see my Gaza, we protect that with slaughter Hungry dargs ready fi kidnap and torture Cannon can rise and unnu meet your demise Some bwoy say they're gonna try run for the water Swim for the border, with the sniper rifle Pick dem out from far NJ, dun dem, we don't care who they are Weh dem ah run [?] who dem ah par wid War ah get wicked, we give man six like cricket Cross the Gaza in any less than a minute Shot inna face from point-black range With the big fat MAC-90, me can't miss it Cyaan see the Gaza line and cross it Fire start to blaze that melt ya like chocolate Gunshot bounced on your head and lost it Air out di miggle of your face and half it [Chorus: Nasty Jack] Big up all di badman Deh pon di road Big up all di badman Who keep to di G code Big up all di trend set Fi dun know You're a badboy when you walk pon street No likkle boy could ever thump out your cleet [Bridge: Nasty Jack] If you have bars, pussyhole, then send dem I don't give a fuck 'bout dat, I'll leng dem Murder the deejay, murder your friend dem Come to the dance on a one and skeng dem If you have bars, pussyhole, then send dem I don't give a fuck 'bout dat, I'll leng dem Murder the deejay, murder your friend dem Come to the dance on a one and skeng dem