Say the Word

Yeah!

All bad boy weh dem want a gun inna holsters

Yeah, take this from original wicked man, Beenie Man

And tell the world say

Have mercy

You a hear me now?

You have some little boy a gwaan like dem a murderer

And when dem walk and stop kill mosquito

Original Beenie Man 'pon version no stop walk

And murder all woman, and all woman insect, and all human

Mad Cocaine a champion, a wha' me tell dem say?

Well, if a boy waan test I, tell him fi try

Nothing beat a trial but a failure, me boy

If you diss the program and make me fans cry

Anyweh the wing fi come from, grow wing and fly

Unno waan people dead-o, unno say the word

Mumma, puppa, little marrow fly like bird

Somebody goin' dead, so mark me word

Diss Beenie Man, you know wha' God unno deh serve

See me with me gun, no think me goin' romp

Pop out me barrel and boy get cramp

Blood all a run like Hermitage damp

'Mount of blood you bleed could a full all a tank

Pop off me belt, DJ get spanked

I maybe mad, but I'm not ignorant

Put on me frock and dash 'way all pants

When me disguise, we shoot up all an ants

Pop off a stripe and put him inna low rank

Unno waan people dead-o, unno say the word

Mumma, puppa, little marrow fly like bird

Somebody goin' dead, so mark me word

Diss Beenie Man, you know wha' God unno deh serve

Decision, this is the assassination

Decision, tell me if me right or wrong

Decision, boy, you shouldn't test this veteran

Decision, you better have a funeral plan

See me with the mic and you take say you're safe

Moments after, hitch up inna glass case

Hide all your body and a expose your face

True you never see me with me Glock 'pon me waist

Unno waan people dead-o, unno say the word

Mumma, puppa, little marrow fly like bird

Somebody goin' dead, so mark me word

Diss Beenie Man, you know wha' God unno deh serve

Could a Clint Eastwood or Steven Seagal

Indian, cow, or some wild animal

From me friend, Mad Cocaine, pick up the signal

Start the nine night, a someone funeral

Black Wizard dress up and powder the dead

Doctor Cuban put two inna him head

Silver, diamond, put you dead inna the hole

See man so simple, never know man so cold

Well, if a boy waan test I, tell him fi try

Nothing beat a trial like a failure, me boy

If you diss the program and make me fans cry

Anyweh the wing fi come from, grow dem and fly

Unno waan people dead-o, unno say the word

Mumma, puppa, little marrow fly like bird

Somebody goin' dead, so voice be heard

Diss Beenie Man, you know wha' God unno deh serve

See me with me gun, no think me goin' romp

Pop out me barrel and boy get cramp

Blood all a run like Hermitage damp

'Mount of blood you bleed could a full all a tank

Pop off me belt, and boy get spanked

I maybe mad, but I'm not ignorant

Put on me frock and dash 'way all pants

When me disguise, me shoot up all an ants

Buss off a stripe and put him inna low rank

Unno waan people dead-o, unno say the word

Mumma, puppa, little marrow fly like bird

Somebody goin' dead, so mark me word

Diss Beenie Man, you know wha' God unno deh serve

Decision, this is the assassination

Decision, tell me if me right or wrong

Decision, boy, you shouldn't diss this veteran

Decision, you better have a funeral plan

See me with the mic and you take say you're safe

Moments after, hitch up inna glass case

Hide all your body and a expose your face

True you never see me with me Glock 'pon me waist

Unno waan people dead-o, unno say the word

Mumma, puppa, little marrow fly like bird

Somebody goin' dead, so voice be heard

Diss Beenie Man, you know wha' God unno deh serve

Could a Clint Eastwood or Steven Seagal

Indian, cow, or some wild animal...