Our aim: world domination
No fear, hands in-a di air
Bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care
Bust hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere
There's a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here (2x)
Lick shots and bust yo caps
Put it up, where your gunfinga's at? (2x)
[ VERSE 1: Red 1 ]
Aiyo, gunfinga the tool, against the great, no rule
Plow! Shots are bust and we notorious
Thus thrust, Red'll defend the rugged and raw
(Cause we-a rudeboy) So hit em with the hardcore stuff
Cause my glock's not enough, sometimes a man fi get cuffed
Handled ruff, we're minded too dangerous
Ain't no messin with nobody less they puff with us
Cause we keep to ourselves and the pounds we puff
So let it burn, rockin the chalice, take turns
Red 1 not concerned, I got em a-fi learn
Bout respect due, yo respect a-fi earn
Big up to Rascal Crew, foundation stands firm
Fear none, think that we done, we just-a come
Gunfinga cocked in-a di air, make it bum
Bo! That's for my ghetto people
Cause the world's unfair, never was equal
Lick a bo! That's for Babylon pon patrol
Cause Van City cats got tons of hydro
And there's one more that we gotta let go
And that's the one that we lick off in-a di po-po
I test the empire, then we royal gumbo
Many guns for hire when your regime crumble
Then raise my gunfinga in the air, born again
Wave it like a flag, world domination pon dem
No fear, hands in-a di air
Bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care
Bust hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere
There's a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here (2x)
[ VERSE 2: Kardinal Offishall ]
Let me see your gunfinga, but hold your gun down, please
Yo, don't bust no shots, so me and my niggas could rock
Dem call me Mr. Kardinal (Dem call me Mr. Red 1)
Come follow me, holler me out if you know what I'm talkin about
My niggas walkin about, big up the ghetto gutter guns
Street presidents, slum residents
And all my niggas on th
