Slow Singing - Mavado

Ready up enuh Stephen

Tek dem to a next level a evil

Hahahahaha

Ayyyy

Dead dem dead

Its gonna be

Slow singing, flowers bringing

Marrow fly like pigeon, in the evening

Bawl mama bawl woii

Mama

Hey mama buy a wreath for Yuh son

Cause he fuck around, now he gon die by my gun

I know yuh, know yuh gonna cry when you come

When yuh see him body lying on the ground

Gunshot fly through face, tear him skin like curtain

See a mumma cryin cause yuh leave har inna burden

Bwoy life erase, tomorrow it nuh certain

Him inform pon mi don and mek him dead behind di iron curtain

Dem seh war, mi step in, and tek it over

Bwoy face mash up funeral day dem haffi mek it over

Di SK stick to me, its like dem mek it pon mi shoulder

And mi buss in inna di square or offa di patroller

Dem bwoy deh nuh bad dem have a bagga dream

Police full di scheme, di tugs dem empty di magazine

Nuh baby inna di bag a fi him

A tell man bout stab, gunshot fly thru di bwoy gabardine

Yuh wanna, die fast or die slow

My .44 mek yuh didn’t breed yuh gyal, so yuh kids didn’t born to grow

You know, were heartless killers

Gunshot mash up to yuh toe

Di gully side thats how yuh know

They said im evil

David Constantine

And dem cyaa manage my war

No sah not in these constant times

Gunshot fly thru dem dutty mind

Dem diss, alright Cubans, rise up di dutty .9

Hahahaha

Ayyyy

Dead dem dead