Earth a Hell

Lyrics

[Intro: Govana & Mavado] Yow (Grimy) Bad Anyway Wha' dem a do? Weh dem a try? Haha From Piece to Spanish Town You know how e sittn go Darkness over e Earth again Send boy under dirt again [Verse 1: Govana & Mavado] Badman fling bottle boom in a boy house 'Front a you muma, nozzle in a boy mouth Chop out headside, shot a eye out Rifle 'pon the seat when the Tida drive out Own gun, own don Catch him 'pon a program Make e four-four slam Shipment Portland Fifteen scope on Missing in a town and them find you down a Portland (Anyway) Fire shot throw bomb Plant head weh them grow yam Brooklyn, Fordham Them pussy yah no know man Pull up a yuh door jam Dress up like more man If a four fifteen, them a carry four pan [?] (Haha) Blood boy choke 'pon All we need a location and motion Chop out intestine and fling dem in a ocean Sea top them can't float 'pon Badman, we deal with crime [Chorus: Mavado & Govana] Grimy (Yeah) Murder boy [?] Po-po can't find me (Can't find me) Copper a flow from the hundred pan Easy me press 'pon the Parabellum (Parabellum) Lord God is a duppy that a follow me now (Yow) A fi spin and me roll and me fire me gun Earth a hell with a system a swallow we down [Verse 2: Govana] Rifle a wave so (Yeah) Fifteen draco (Yow) Goons them NATO (Wah) Dollar coin save up Sixteen wake up Building shake up AR-eighteen, two clip tape up Killer them a Towerhill [?] Bury boy bare dirt Rev it 'til e 'K buck (Yeah) Have killer weh have shine head Killer weh a beard up (Yeah) Bullet in a face, a so the killer them a Spain work Brawling, front page 'Matic a me son age Forty a buss face Buss head, buss case Bad from broke days, but we never bruk place Beretta bruk bone in a boy tough face 'Nough shoes, 'nough lace Sick in a we upstairs Badman pump up e shotty like truck brake Box a chat, dubplate Boy a get it and a no [?] Gully Gad done tell you say the killer deal with crime [Chorus: Mavado & Govana] Grimy (Yeah) Murder boy [?] Po-po can't find me (Can't find me) Copper a flow from the hundred pan Easy me press 'pon the Parabellum (Parabellum) Lord God is a duppy that a follow me now (Yow) A fi spin and me roll and me fire me gun Earth a hell with a system a swallow we down [Outro: Mavado] Gun richer than [?] The duppy gun fly past fifteen Me turn me enemies in a me victim So no pussy can style man Oh God, a you know From them diss, we run in, a so we grow A gunshot in a dem face make them head grow The Kel-Tec lef' dem look like a scare crow Grimy