Yo
Young Lord, Young Lord, Young Lord
(Fuck dem up)
Hey...
(Fuck dem up)
Yo, Frass

If Babylon no worry me, then who dem bwoy yah?
Waan violate and no expect gunshot fi fire
Know dem no serious when it come down to the wire, hey
Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier
Frass, sound up the trumpet like a choir
Man a kick off dem slippers when shot a fire
You never kill nobody, you is a fucking liar, hey
Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier

Watch yah now
Roll silent, but we're lethal
None a my gun dem no legal
We no care who inna your vehicle
Gunshot a kill everybody inna sequel
Tell unno fi lowe the badness and pree gyal
We a human, but we a no equal
War cyaan buy out, it cyaan resolve
No need police, crime no hard fi we solve
Vendetta role silent, but we're deadly
Pussy dem a chat like Beverly
Anything a anything, me ready
Iron tablet fi a bwoy weh talk heavy
Me say fi, do wha' you a do and stop tell me
Cyaan trick we, no we're not friendly
And if a shoot out, then a shoot out
Make dem know say the drum nah no empty a empty
Me mad with a clip and it always a tempt me
Gun smoke give me a high like sensi
Young Lord, you know the odds is against me
You ask me the reason, me tell you say a envy
Country bwoy come a town a pretend fi
Kill him dead him a killer but him a 'pprentice
'Par a town, but the bwoy deh a St. E'
Claat the six panse, me a give him 'bout 20

Babylon don't worry me, neither dem bwoy yah
Dem cyaan violate and no expect gunshot fi fire
Know dem no serious when it come down to the wire, hey
Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier
Frass, we a sound the trumpet like a choir
Man a kick off dem slippers when shot a fire
Me lose me shipment, me haffi find a next supplier, hey
Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier

Action, nah fi talk
Know me a genial and me craft the craft
Body split, forty parts
Gunshot inna your lungs make it hard fi cough
Murder scene white chalky-chalk
Forensic tell your mother say, she cyaan go pass
If me no mean it, me nah go talk
Big all buss heads weh walk the walk
Tracing a joke thing
Cyaan bother with the toasting
Fool just get a one strap and now badness a choke him
Damn, wha' kind a weed dem smoking?
Me a wonder who coach him
Bare gunshot when me approach him
A so me step 'pon dem, cockroach him
Why dem a do the most things?
Cyaan bother with the toasting
Bwoy just get a one link and now badness a choke him
Damn, wha' kind a weed dem smoking?
Me a wonder who coach him
Bare gunshot when me approach him
A so me step 'pon dem, cockroach him

Babylon no worry me, neither dem bwoy yah
Cyaan violate and no expect gunshot fi fire
Know dem no serious when it come down to the wire, hey
Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier
Frass, sound up the trumpet like a choir
Man a kick off dem slippers when shot a fire
You never kill nobody, you is a fucking liar, hey
Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier

Fuck dem up, fuck dem up
Fuck dem up
Note:This song is the explicit version. If you want to view the lyrics of the clean version, click here.