What We Do

Lyrics

[Intro] So mi a seh (Weh yuh a seh?) Any deejay weh nuh like Vybz Kartel, go suck yuh madda (Now) You know, I gotta big up my fans (Why not?) And my girls (Right away) Ayy, weh di gangsta dem deh? (Even though what we do is wrong) [Verse 1] Mi still a roll wid di guns Shot by di tons, ex amount a funds Ratchet fi buss throat and puncture lungs Thugs weh nuh laugh, weh quick fi pop off And buss it inna yuh face, nuh care who you amongst Up a camp, squaddie cramp when mi out yuh lamp Inna court, mi cut yuh throat And if a jail, yuh fail (Even though what we do is wrong) [Chorus] Wrong fi dem, right fi me Nutn' like a gun wid di red light fi me Nutn' like a pum-pum weh tight fi me If a mi bredda wife, she still a get di knife It wrong, wrong fi dem, right fi me Nutn' like a gun wid di red light fi me Nutn' like a pum-pum weh tight fi me (Me) (Even though what we do is wrong) [Verse 2] Mi still in shooting and killing Midday gun slinging, midnight blood spilling Car racketing, drug trafficking Copper Ken, cocky Kim, kidnapping, carjacking And mi rob Burger King, KFC, McDonald Pickpocket a carnival weh dem have a canal Extort Island Grill fi $9.1 mil Or all di dog I kill (Even though what we do is wrong) [Chorus] Wrong fi dem, right fi me Nutn' like a gun wid di red light fi me Nutn' like a pum-pum weh tight fi me If a mi bredda wife, she still a get di knife It wrong, wrong fi dem, right fi me Nutn' like a gun wid di red light fi me Nutn' like a pum-pum weh tight fi me If a mi bredda wife (Even though what we do is wrong) [Verse 3] Mi switchin' lane, no indicator Mi nuh cater, mi a di vindicator Gun rise like vapor Understand seh mi a di undertaker, send yuh to yuh maker A me keep up di most fuckry inna Jamaica Salt yuh like di Prime Minister, but I'm di time minister Slash, crime minister, slash, grind yuh sister, slash, mek di pussy blister Mi spend money pon gun like mi have a fuckin' brigadista (Even though what we do is wrong) [Chorus] Wrong fi dem, right fi me Nutn' like a gun wid di red light fi me Nutn' like a pum-pum weh tight fi me If a mi bredda wife, she still a get di knife 'Bout "it wrong", wrong fi dem, right fi me Nutn' like a gun wid di red light fi me Nutn' like a pum-pum weh tight fi me (Me) (Even though what we do is wrong) [Verse 4] Mi still a roll wid di guns Shot by di tons, ex amount a funds Ratchet fi buss throat and puncture lungs Thugs weh nuh laugh, weh quick fi pop off And buss it inna yuh face, nuh care who you amongst Up a camp, squaddie cramp when mi out yuh lamp Inna court, mi cut yuh throat And if a jail, yuh—