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 they two feet with street sense   And more than two cents in-a dem pocket   I rock a verse for keeps, run my lyrics in-a di mix   I bet he love it, respect, big up your chest   Kardinal and Rascalz gwan make you feel hi-i-igh   Killin you softly with no lye   While your toe taps I'm breakin your back over my hi-hat   Kick drum is makin you numb, snare snap is strapped   To bust back for every red-eyed nigga on the attack   So when I'm comin through, you cannot stop me on the go   For every nigga that clack-clacks, the Figure IV gotta be gold   Like that      Lick shots, bust yo caps   Put it up, where your gunfinga's at? (2x)      [ VERSE 3: Red One ]   Aiyo, the big gun spark, light up the dark (Yes, mire)   360 degrees, the place on fire   Feel the heat, yo, either surrender or retreat   Cause Kemo don't give a fuck, he put some fire in the beat   Gave me the trigger to watch me blow them off they feet   (Plow! Bust your gunfinga, cause respect compete)   The all Massive Van Crew, soldier men, too   You rudeboys in-a di dance, dedicated to you   And all the young guns up, they past they curfew   (Big up di sexy gal crew, cause dem bust shots too)   Sketels and workings just to make a debut   Keep di clip in-a di g-string, ready to move   So what you do is put your hand in-a di air   And you bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care   I swear, one love to my people out there   You we salute, lickin off shots in the air