Gage – Old School New School Lyrics

Nothing in the world endure fi meck mi run from da war yah
Bwoy violate him bun out faster than destroyer
Ca wa….DJ madder than them
DJ no walk wid a bag a man friend
Likkle fool waan come start problem
So the DJ run in a bottle bomb them
Bigger than, badder than, badder than who?
One bag a tough chat wa yo go do
Bullet up me, bullet up you
Bullet up yo likkle friend dem weh a screw

(Verse 1)
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Step to yo door ting, ting
Door bell ring, one bag a bwoy dem a style Harking
Mi no God so mi nah collect no offering
3 tarrus wid 3 rifle, 3 ratchet knife wid 3 bible
Yo fans pon utube cyaa save you
Because gunman murder the a psycho
New generation fi the nation
Some likkle artist still deh a stage one
Bwoy come a talk bout dem a badman
But DJ nah look man fi rate man
Bwoy mi wi fed up yo future plan
A wa do justice league plus superman
Come a run up in a war wid a group a man
Yo never know mi a the 12 gage shooter man

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Slick, rick, duppy bat flick
Steep ship, flick mi ratchet
These guys like old man walking stick
Wid a fat rubber grip and a double row clip
Look like Kartel tek vacation
World Boss still run radio station
Better if yuh stop call him teacher
Call him the minister of the education
None a dem bwoy deh no badder than we
How dem bwoy deh fi badder than we
Lyrics wi got that by plenty
Wi a employ, nuff a dem a employee
Wrench up face and a screw
Meck mi tell yuh bout a likkle place name Bux avenue
Bruce Lee go war wid Jet Lie
Cause everything dead when me tep through

(Repeat Chorus 2X)