 I can do what they might not charge him Beside the gallows and the guillotine I call him He violate the soldier and the serge Lock the place him and him entourage Off your yard you carry talk to ward Tell me why your boy have gone so bad Remember when them turn around the gun And you realize that your time has come Hard to live your life on the run Blood so bad my knife don't look so fun When you dip on mattress in a bush asleep Wake up in a shootout with police