Bad Man Left Di 44

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[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