Buju Banton Mr. Nine song lyrics

Hol' unno corner an save unno life

Yu si dat likkle ol' man how im machine ya com like eyes.

Mr 9 seh to Mr45,

M-16 an Magnum nah live too right.

German Luger too hype, AK mek nuff yout'lose them life

AR-15 control a whole housing scheme.

The one Mack-11 runway gone a Papine

38 a carry vibes choo Glock deh pon a rise

380 Matic stickup an a mek a bag a noise

M-1 seh him no put up wid the foolishness

HK-Bomber rule a entire district

Walter PPK, who boasy like this

Nuh Mack-22, cause anywhere dat fit

While Chopper, cut ina 2 an split justice

Pump rifle still a bodyguard di man whe drive di Brinks

SLR a definately soldierman things

Mack-11, di Uzi an all di M-3

All a dem deh belong to di Israeli

Come now Jamaica, now let us live free

an follow Buju Banton, hear whe dem seh

Go deh Mr.45

Smith an Wesson a dat dem gi to John Wayne

Tommy was a bad boy in his days

When Gatlin talk few witness remain

Him an SMG, di two a dem adi same

5.56MM shells, with Special an Remingtons, ringing bells

Cannon heavy fi carry, so dem push it pon trolley

Taurus is a Bull whe kick yu dung an no seh sorry

Pedalpusher start the riot, security keep im quiet

From 1-PoP deh ya, me know shot ago fire

An ah bawl.