Real McKoy with a Full Clip

Anywayy, Anywayy

Gangster for Life bwoy

Anyway

Anywayy

Alliance any day

Mavado anyway

Tell Them!

Their no Real Mckoy , their just some baby boy

Them a talk me nah have time fi chat boy

Gun inna mi hand, ya face mi shot boy yo!

Their no Real Mckoy, their just some baby boy

Them a talk me nah have time fi chat boy

Gun inna mi hand now, anway

Them cya pon man endz and tell man bout gun down

You mussi want yuh tabernacle get bun down

If mi place before sun down, bring mi gun come

Boy a chat tough but a see mi face and tun dum dum

The knowledge, the wisdom tell him seh face di pistol

Brand new machine deh pon mi waist, a Emp. Pistol

Me na have time fi chase now, it take place now

Tek gun shot inna face now! Tell them

Their no Real Mckoy , their just some baby boy

Them a talk me nah have time fi chat boy

Gun inna mi hand, ya face mi shot boy yo!

Their no Real Mckoy, their just some baby boy

Them a talk me nah have time fi chat boy

Gun inna mi hand now, anyway

Ya can't chat bad man pon no housebroken

Cya charge no man pon no cass cabin

15 in di hand, mi bring the gun shots in

Ya cya take 9 copper a fire smart strappin

Last boy diss, the big man we kidnap him

Tie him on a light post, ah same place mi Gas him

You tell him fi see mavado and try to test him

A five shot blow he lay restin

Full Clip gun nuh stick when mi run out

Mi G star, I'll cut fucking your tongue out

Come and hype with ya gyal when wi done out

If you seh run out, rise the gun out

(Ah thru di boy them nuh flip , so mi pop off

Attack them with the 12 gauge, fi mouth chop off

Them head drop off when it pop off we nuh back off

A gun shot, mi gun shot, men heart blacker)

Ya wa see how the youth a step out in a block work

When man ah take to the streets just like a clock work

Push mi youth inna ya gyal mi say mi Glock work

Blocka blocka, I say mi Glock work nuh stop work

(Them fi know man sick in a war)

Bullet done!

(We use Ice pick in a war

G Star pon d rest gun tip ina war)

Bumba Blood Clat!

(Gun trip in a war)

The thugs inna the garrison, them long for this

Me and mi father formulate a fucking plan for this

Sound the big thing them, Drop a bomb for this

Me caught up in mi father concious

Full Clip gun nuh stick when mi run out

Mi G star, I'll cut fucking your tongue out

Come and hype with ya gyal when wi done out

If you seh run out, rise the gun out

(Ah thru di boy them nuh flip , so mi pop off

Attack them with the 12 gauge, fi mouth chop off

Them head drop off when it pop off we nuh back off

A gun shot, mi gun shot, men heart blacker)