The sun don't shine, me nah decline
Fill load dem up with carbine
Through the grapevine, me hear say that a men dem a wine
Shark line, a draw from me rises a nine
And a blood inna me vein, boy, ya terp in time
Nah no reason but we poison sound, boy, with anthrax
Half a dog and him friend, dem wah know me can't tax
Gunshots we snak with rotten bone like black
When the glock inna kit a go give your muscle contract
Me know how to tax, ya didn't go need me