Murder - Mr. Easy

Some little bwoy diss me the other day

And swear say dem get away

But anyweh we see dem bwoy deh a stray

The whole a dem a get spray

Mama, she a beg, and a hope, and pray

Say, «No bother with the gunplay»

But some little man nuh know how badman stay

And a run go fi AK

But anybody test my door after hours, that a murder

Bruk-bruk out!

Bruk out!

Bruk out!

We know the flex, we know the score

We are ready for whatever

Bruk-bruk out!

Bruk out!

Bruk out!

Some little bwoy a talk up inna dem nose

And a give we pure gun pose

We nuh give no respect to fools like those

Weh a wear up the Don clothes

Rally pon mi ends and a hold a snooze under some Indoes

See mi enemy dem and all my foes a screechie and a tip toes

But anybody test my door after hours, that a murder

Bruk-bruk out!

Bruk out!

Bruk out!

We know the flex, we know the score

We are ready for whatever

Bruk-bruk out!

Bruk out!

Bruk out!

Some little bwoy diss me the other day

And swear say dem get away

But anyweh we see dem bwoy deh a stray

The whole a dem a get spray

Mama, she a beg, and a hope, and pray

Say, «No bother with the gunplay»

But some little man nuh know how badman stay

And a run go fi AK

But anybody test my door after hours, that a murder

Bruk-bruk out!

Bruk out!

Bruk out!

We know the flex, we know the score

We are ready for whatever

Bruk-bruk out!

Bruk out!

Bruk out!

But anybody test my door after hours, that a murder.