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Rifle Sing Sweet

 

Rifle Sing Sweet


Da, Daseca, look how long we no kill no boy
And how dem draw we out
But dem brighter than 20 bulb
And need some sorting out
Dem hear the K a sing so sweet
And think dem saw the ghost
Daseca kill dem fast and raise the glass
And start the toast

How da rifle yah sound so sweet like Beres Hammond
It longer than the locks of Junior Gong
And you see when me wave it
It spit fire like Capleton
Me six pence black and ugly like Ninja Man
Lord

Pussy
If you know a how me would a pree fi kill you
You would a slice your wrist
Buck him 'pon the nozzle a the thing
Him talk all type a shit
Dem seh me kinda sick
Al Qaeda shit
Nozzle 'pon your lip, me finger click
Just like you light a spliff
Me we use the Uzi, mek the bullet lick your microchip
Put one inna your granny foot fi show you seh me psychotic
We no inna the bad a chatting
No we no like gossip
Cah when the .45 a click
Decide if you would a like a clip

Da rifle yah sound so sweet like Beres Hammond
It longer than the locks of Junior Gong
And you see when me wave it
It spit fire like Capleton
Me six pence black and ugly like Ninja Man

Seaview
A no likkle time me haffi sit up and sleep
'Cause a no likkle bwoy me a kick up and beat
Every day stin haffi pick up 'pon street
Cah the .45 just a lick out bwoy teeth
Police dem run in 'pon the Dappa last week
And say, yo you with the plait up head under peak
No you me hear have a clean 16 a beat
Gyal a scream see sitn weh long under sheet
Tell your mumma buy the coffin and the wreath
Cah tonight you a sleep 'pon the cold concrete
Too much people a seh you go 'bout and thief
And anyweh you go people heart start weep
Watch yah, officer a beg you ask her please
The gyal weh tell you that no she a the last bawl please
When the Glock start breeze
Bare informer a pree but dem cyaan seh a we chargie

How da rifle yah sound so sweet like Beres Hammond
It longer than the locks of Junior Gong
And you see when me wave it
It spit fire like Capleton
The six pence black and ugly like Ninja Man
Lord

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