Lyrics:

'Kartel! Kartel! Dem just shell down 'round so!'
How much shot fire?
''Bout a thousand, star!'
How much people dead?
'Nobody no dead...'
*kisses teeth*

Me no go pon bwoy endz go fire wild grain (No, a couldn't me)
One corn, one gone (mhm hm)
One corn, one gone (awoh)
The boss a spend money, me nuh have no shot fi waste
(Buss it inna face!)
One corn, one gone (dem dead)
One corn, one gone

Me no fire (no), me no fire wild shot (oh!)
Me no fire (no), me no fire wild shot (oh!)
And anyweh a bwoy deh, we find that (mhm hm!)
No loose walking, me have a pilot

See the Gaza, you know you fi stay out
The bwoy stand up a the road and a buss it from way out
When him gun empty out, me run down pon the bwoy as him fi drive out
Me buss one inna him head, blood spray out
The bwoy drop, *pye! pye!*, two kick out
Brains mash outta ground, teeth lick out
When the 'K make bwoy chest rip out, report

Mi say, yeah
Me no go pon bwoy endz go fire wild grain (No, a couldn't me)
One corn, one gone (mhm hm)
One corn, one gone (awoh)
The boss a spend money, me nuh have no shot fi waste
(Buss it inna face!)
One corn, one gone (dem dead)
One corn, one gone

Me no fire (no), me no fire wild shot (oh!)
Me no fire (no), me no fire wild shot (oh!)
And anyweh a bwoy deh, we find that (mhm hm!)
No loose walking, me have a pilot

Dem bwoy deh no know war (awoh)
Shoot up an ackee tree, murder a car
Box down a likkle girl at a bar
A duppy dem, a two nerd that a 'par
Anyweh we go, bwoy lay down pon the tar
The Glock play a riddim like drum and guitar
Watch you, trail you, nowhere no deh far
Make the bloodclaat crime front page pon the Star

Mi say, yeah
Me no go pon bwoy endz go fire wild grain (No, a couldn't me)
One corn, one gone (mhm hm)
One corn, one gone (awoh)
The boss a spend money, me nuh have no shot fi waste
(Buss it inna face!)
One corn, one gone (dem dead)
One corn, one gone

Me no fire (no), me no fire wild shot (oh!)
Me no fire (no), me no fire wild shot (oh!)
And anyweh a bwoy deh, me find that (mhm hm!)
No loose walking, me have a pilot

See the Gaza, you know you fi stay out
The bwoy stand up a the road and a buss it from way out
When him gun empty out, me run down pon the bwoy as him fi drive out
Me buss one inna him head, blood spray out
The bwoy drop, *pye! pye!*, two kick out
Brains mash outta ground, teeth lick out
When the 'K make bwoy chest rip out, report

Mi say, yeah
Me nuh go pon bwoy endz go fire wild grain (No, a couldn't me)
One corn, one gone (mhm hm)
One corn, one gone (awoh)
The boss a spend money, me nuh have no shot fi waste
(Buss it inna face!)
One corn, one gone (dem dead)
One corn, one gone

Me no fire, me no fire wild shot...