New Year - Masicka

Yea man, shot cheap, man

Dem will dead

When we go fi bwoy magazine haffi clear

It haffi sound like me a ring in the new year

«Deejay, him dead already», me no too care

It haffi sound like me a ring in the new —

Broad day light, see the sarge, see the Sup' there

Two a dem a run when the 'K rev a new gear

Run down your death and everybody soon hear

Pastor Blair haffi bury dem inna the new year (wha'?!)

Sicker with the 'matic, worser than nuclear

Man a run fi cover, cover dem now if you dare

Make a likkle money, so you buy a new pair

But you nah fire, dem a just gun you a wear

A stunt you a pull, better you go pull a beer

Pull up a your foot (brrr), mother puke upon a chair

Your likkle brain splash out, your marrow no deh near

From me pop the Glock out deh fire fi appear

Empty the clip and then a tyre you a hear (brrr)

None a dem guy yah me no fear

Eagle a fly, all the fly a disappear

When you buck him, don’t gwaan like shot dear

When we go fi bwoy magazine haffi clear

It haffi sound like me ring in a new year

«Deejay, him dead already», me no too care

It haffi sound like me a ring in a new year

Strap with a 'matic inna me pocket is a spear

It haffi sound like me a ring in the new year

Worst when me roll out fi test a new pair

It haffi sound like… a new year

Glock a open up and man a look somewhere fi run

Man a drop, a dutty up when shot a wheel and it a tun

Pussy, see me with me steel and mussi feel like say a fun

So me squeeze the trigger, squeeze the trigger, squeeze until it done

A who a go fi bwoy and him no dead?

How come?

A shoot me shoot fi kill, me never go fi slow him down

A six inna him head, you know me style, me throw him down

Is a elder, but when it come to gun, me know him young

A anywhere dem get it, man a dweet and done

Man a killer, pussy me no see police and bug

Rest it inna face, kick out teeth and gum

Nuff ends me lock, dem can’t run in 'pon none

And we no beat bwoy, weh you feel, yah drum

Wheel off (boom), skin, shot a peel off some

Anywhere me gom me carry bloodclaat mine

So we dweet Uptown when you see me inna the slum

When we go fi bwoy magazine haffi clear

It haffi sound like me ring in a new year

«Deejay, him dead already», me no too care

It haffi sound like me a ring in a new year

Strap with a 'matic inna me pocket is a spear

It haffi sound like me a ring in a new year

Worst when me roll out fi test a new pair