Slow Singing Lyrics - Singles - Movado

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