Start talkin trash and I'll come with my smith & wesson
 A little competition comes my way but it always winds up the same,
 "the stone that the builder refuse shall be the head cornerstone"
 Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
 And still I set and lie awake all night
 All of the d.j.s surely have taken lessons
 Try talkin trash and I'll come with my smith & wesson

 Enough d.j.s come with enough stylie
 but when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked-wily.
 Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
 But still I sit and lie awake all night

 You better be strapped with the gat
 If you wanna walk with me, bound to come down
 With the new stylie, rockin rubadub know as reggae music
 Gotta come down with some new lyrics
 Cause it just ain't nothing, oh I said it's been a real long time

 Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
 And still I sit and lie awake all night
 Rubadub blender a new mixer
 I am the one with d.j. with enough flavor
 Hear my dub... lord have his grilled cheese.
 I ain't jamaican, but I ain't no freak
 Caught the man eno with the one pound bag o' tweak
 And called him ghost rider every time you see him he fulfill the danger

 Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
 And still I sit and lie awake all night
 Dred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission
 To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
 We will survive in this world of competition
 To make sure we have our ammunition...BO BO BO BO...GO GO GO GO...

 I won't wait so long
 I said I won't wait so long
 For you
 Stop your messin around,
 Better think of your future
 Time to straighten right out
 or you'll wind up in jail