Beretta

[Intro: Popcaan]
Rukum pen
Rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
Rudum
Ay, Dane Ray
Woii, silly
Killy killy business
Ay, T.W.O, tell dem

[Chorus: Popcaan & T.W.O]
Select di bere, di bere, di bere, di bere
Di bere, di bere
Somebody buried, dem buried, dem buried, dem buried
Dem buried, dem buried, dem buried, wah?
Select di bere, di bere, di bere
Di, select di bere, di bere, oh
Somebody buried, ay
You know it go

[Verse 1: Popcaan]
You know mi New York thugs dem step pon yuh endz and wet it up
Badness, you shouldn't take it up
876, a kill boy from high school
Right now me still feel like mi nuh kill enough, ay
Guns dem and mi killys nuff
Boy have a one gun and feel him tough
Smoke a come out a him face like a weed him puff
When mi empty di chip inna him face and cut, ay

[Chorus: Popcaan & T.W.O]
T.W.O (Select di bere, di bere, di bere, di bere, di bere, di bere)
Weh dem a do?
Fully unruly, fully auto
(Somebody buried, dem buried, dem buried, dem buried)
You know, weh dem a bomboclaat try?
(Dem buried, dem buried, dem buried, wah?)
Rukum (Select di bere, di bere, di bere)
Huh, woii (Di, select di bere, di bere, oh)
Yo (Somebody buried, ay)
Uh, T.W. (You know it go)
Whoa (Yo)

[Verse 2: T.W.O]
I'm way up, I don't mix vibes, I'm prayed up
Money way up (Up, up), travel back 'fore I lift the K up (Uh)
Poppy said time fi change up, boy drop out dem blame us
Tryna be rich and famous, still pop out with the stainless
Still moving 'round with a thirty clip, uh
Bullets spin him 'round, he ain't know he hit
People on the scene tryna take a pic, uh
Boy get smoke like a whole cig' (Yes)
Wan' hold something, n¡ɡɡα, hold this (Trouble)
We kill rappers and promoters (Yes)
You ain't from Jamaica, you a tourist (Yes)
Bussdown on me, b¡tchєѕ know this (Weh)

[Chorus: Popcaan & T.W.O]
T.W.O (Select di bere, di bere, di bere, di bere, di bere, di bere)
Weh dem a do?
Fully unruly, fully auto
(Somebody buried, dem buried, dem buried, dem buried)
You know, weh dem a bomboclaat try?
(Dem buried, dem buried, dem buried, wah?)
Rukum (Select di bere, di bere, di bere)
Huh, woii (Di, select di bere, di bere, oh)
Yo (Somebody buried, ay)
Wicked, rum, ay (You know it go)

[Verse 3: Popcaan]
Tell dem
Rich badness
Use di .40 and burst him lip
Inna suit, inna coffin, inna hearse him fit
Mi M16 a mi walking stick
Yeah, me fulla killers and me fulla dαmn brick
Anywhere di killy go me gonna go, you know this
Fire nuff gunshot inna yuh road, this
You know seh mi skull hotta dan spliff, wah?
Trouble reach dem, wah di fμcκ sweet dem?
Cut out dem teeth and tongue me nuh beat dem
Wid di Mac and di hybrid me a greet dem
Unruly run di bloodclaat street dem
T.W.O let some n¡ɡɡα know
Ten dead inna di dark when di Glock a go
Claat up di bloodlcaat K cah me a pro
Nuh tell me seh you never know, Redman

[Chorus: Popcaan & T.W.O]
Select di bere, di bere, di bere, di bere
Di bere, di bere
Somebody buried, dem buried, dem buried, dem buried
Dem head haffi 'pread like a cherry, wah?
Select di bere, di bere, di bere

[Chorus: Popcaan & T.W.O]
Trouble, foot, feet, street
Fμcκ
You think we ramp?
Trouble