Bad Man Left Di 44

Lyrics

[Announcer] This is a Sizzla exclusive [Sizzla Kalonji] Yay yay ya ya Heyey, when I play-yaya yahayhay I can't expr... Jamaica!, boom (Dexterity) [Chorus] Gangsta no left di 44, 44 Dem mothafuckin' skull bore (whoo), skull bore (hey, hey) Dem get bullets 'til dem sore Dem fuckin' body wash up on di seashore (ah, whoo, huh) Bad man no left di 44, 44 Dem mothafuckin' skull bore (whoo), skull bore Dem gettin' bullet 'til dem sore (brrrrt bye!) Da mothafuckin' body wash up on di (goddam whoo) seashores [Verse 1] Bring me dogs, me a test him Full o' mi coppers, I lef' him Fix 'im proper, God rest him Diss a sucka, no test him Me ah gon beat a man, lest any guns de partner me ject him Be a goods ta turns take him, and you won't mi gon catch him Cleanliness will sort them out No more constant word of mouth Nah makes em bonka flare dem out Now our brrrt flare dem out From da boom me curse dem out Anyone told to run off your mouth Never come back here to our turf to test it out [Chorus] Bad man no left di 44, 44 Dem mothafuckin' skull bore, skull bore You get bullets 'til you're sore Fuckin' body wash up on di fuckin' seashores, ow Gangsta no left di 44, 44 Your mothafuckin' skull bore AK's, make ye dung pon di mothafuckin' ceiling To the floor [Verse 2] Pagans don't mention no blasted trim to me Don't bring no corruption, nor the sin to me Don't mention 'bout pollution of the skin to me Ayy it's a blessin' from the Most High King to me Don't mention your blasted house, car, nor rims to me Don't mention your chains nor your blings to me Don't talk about your watches, no no rings to me I got every blasted t'ing with me I got di mothafuckin' guns dem bling to me I blow your pretty-style brain, I got [?] to me You fuckin' fool, no war please Don't bring it to me I got bullets singin' for me, oww [Chorus] Bad man no left di 44, 44 Your mothafuckin' skull bore, skull bore Bullets 'til you're sore Fuckin' bodies wash up on di damn seashore [Verse 3] Ayy, so I wanna warn ya Before di Ks and di damn rocket launcher, oh When dem see bad man advance, ya Dem bodies like fuckin' trees get plant, ya oh But tell dem don't take no chance, ya Or else dem blood roll like water Killin' fuckin' fools to me It's my hobby, it's my laughter, rrrow [Chorus] Bad man no left di 44, 44 Your mothafuckin' skull bore, skull bore Your body wash on seashore, seashore (hahaha pon di floor, pon di floor) Bad man no left di 44 Nor the K, nor the Beretta None o dem no no no nah nah nah nah nah huh ah Whoah, ok