Slow Singing

歌詞

Ready up inna steavle Tek dem to a next level uh evil [hahahaha...] [Ayyyyy.............] Dead dem dead Its gonna be... Slow singing, flowers bringing Marrow, fly like pigeon in de evening [mama crying] Ball mama ball woi... Mama, hey mama buy a reef for your son Cuz he fuck around, now he gon die by my gun I know you, know you gonna cry when you come When ya, see him body lying on de ground Gunshot fly true face Tear him skin like curt'n See your mama cryin cuz you leave her in a burden Boy life erase, tomorrow him nah certain Inform pon mi gun and mek ya dead before de iron Curtin Dem say war, mi step in and tek it ova Boy face mash up funeral day dem have fi mek it over Yes basically, it's like dem make it pon mi shoulder And mi bus it like a square off an informer shoulder Dem boy deh nah bad Dem have a bag uh dream [ball mama ball....................] Police full de scheme de thugs dem empty de magazine [ayyyyy...........] Now de endin of de bag uh thin I tell man bout stop gunshot fly true de boi gabadin You wanna, die fast or die slow? My 4.4 mek ya didn't breed ya gyal So ya kids didn't meant to grow You know, we're heartless killers Gunshot mash-up to ya toe De gully side, that's how we roll They said I'm evil, David Constantine And dem cyarman is my war No sanity in these constant time Gunshot fly true dem dutty mind Dem diss time Alright Cubans, rise up de dutty nine [hahahahaha...] [ayyyyy........] Dead dem dead