Stop shot yuh bredda wid gun
Jah jah sey, love alone it welcome
Di story, so sticky too deep
Why yuh bother sell your soul
Yuh think mi never see it,
A you pop it off and squeeze
Yuh have di man pon him knees
Di mother and har two Pickney
Di story too sticky, it so deep
Dem hype up themselves an gwaan like,
And di same dirty friend wey
A him buss off him skull dis morning
Him never stop, Him never know
Him start, Him start clap
Seh Him have him long rifle
Di Story too sticky, so deep
Why yuh badda sell yuh soul
Story so sticky, it too deep
Why you badda sell yuh soul
Why you bother sell yuh soul
Mi know you bad,mi know u wicked
Yuh noh care,yuh noh romp
And yuh sey yuh a di wickedess ting
If I was you, i woulda gwaan
But, wol a Thunder and a lightening
Mi know when it get dark, it get frightening
When di cold sweat a buss
Yuh nuh know who fi trust
That's why you shoulda do the
Di story so sticky, it too steep
Why you bother sell yuh soul
A who boost you, a who turn you up
Di story too sticky, it so deep
Why you bother sell your soul