Funeral Time

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, where's Jedda [Verse] Dying is easy, living is hard Badman nuh badman, there's only one God Think you a badman?, soft like a lawd Buss shot in chest, send yuh gaa morgue Dem seh mi wicked, nuh see evil yet Think you can diss, but you haffi forget Bullet dem fast like American jet Anju Blaxx, waam to dem [Chorus] Funeral time, issa funeral time Bwoy ago dead, issa burial time Two in deh bodies, dem a doing no crime Gunshot buss dem, and marrow fly Call any pussy pray over yuh soul Death too young, yuh shoulda wait till yuh old Tomb Black, like spice, when yuh body get cold Baby and mudda saw too much [Verse] 10 O'clock a funeral, run inna di burial Body unda grung, man a dead every [?] Shot inna dem head, man a bawl kerrian [?] thing seh mi spiritual Mi song dem lyrical, mi gun dem physical Bullet dem marks like Jamaican computer Money inna hand and money inna pocketa Send it when man come shoot up yuh funeral [Chorus] Funeral time, issa funeral time Bwoy ago dead, issa burial time Two in deh bodies, dem a doing no crime Gunshot buss dem, and marrow fly Call any pussy pray over yuh soul Death too young, yuh shoulda wait till yuh old Tomb Black, like spice, when yuh body get cold Baby and mudda saw too much [Verse] Life is a story, fi live is a glory Boh dem bwoy a dead, and dem lifetime is scary Someone him seh Jesus, man a bawl like a Mary (gweh) When Anju pull up dem bwoy deh haffi fear it Buss shot him a weary, God know seh mi crazy When evil man rise, dem bwoy fly like pick cherry Dem cyaa leff di scene like di ending is nearing Buss up di AK, mi doh do di caring [Chorus] Funeral time, issa funeral time Bwoy ago dead, issa burial time Two in deh bodies, dem a doing no crime Gunshot buss dem, and marrow fly Call any pussy pray over yuh soul Death too young, yuh shoulda wait till yuh old Tomb Black, like spice, when yuh body get cold Baby and mudda saw too much [Chorus] Funeral time, issa funeral time Bwoy ago dead, issa burial time Two in deh bodies, dem a doing no crime Gunshot buss dem, and marrow fly Call any pussy pray over yuh soul Death too young, yuh shoulda wait till yuh old Tomb Black, like spice, when yuh body get cold Baby and mudda saw too much