People Dead

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Somebody get murda! By a stranger You ain't goin' on, you're a manger, you clown Inna your blood you could all drown Me look pon the man, tell him say, watch ya People dead from when? From early out now me pop off All the head back get lick out People dead from when? From early out now me pop off You're just dead All them a chat, a them mouth them a run off Anytime me come and mi Glock, me gon' pop off Booyaka, booyaka, and a boy heart lock off Murderers, merciless wicked men know what Anytime me chat, natty withdraw bulldog box Buss fi mi gun and all the street light lock off Anywhere you see me gun, a deh your life set off Gwan like you're bad, and your head gon' shot off Just like a toilet, a so your life flush off True people dead from when? From early out now me pop off All the head back get lick out People dead from when? From early out now me pop off Me look pon dem and tell dem say All them a talk, I say, "talk with care" Me have mi Glock inna mi hand and you a kick like a mare I'll murder your momma and your poppa right here Murder your granny, don't think I man care When you deh a foreign, you a badman up there Now you come here, people part you a stare I will murder you now and don't think I man fear Gwan like you waan me fi smear mi career Think Beenie Man have no casual wear Me a badman a town and don't think I man care True people dead, gunshot! From early out, when me pop off All the head back get lick out People dead, gunshot! From early out, when me pop off Me look pon dem and say, watch ya Dem say, woman, a Delilah and Jezebel The good people haffi suffer fi the heathen dem We a know dibby-dibby heathen can befriend The way me gun wicked, it no stop man dem Shot weh me buss make a Jerusalem Skin pon mi ankle that meh from Camel The fiberglass pon the outside of man dem 66 Spring hang up the inner bell Look like face cut, way neater than them When man see mi gun, dem all a cast inna spell Check weh mi gun, man, and a plan the whistler People dead from when? From early out now me pop off All the head back get lick out People dead from when? From early out when me pop off Me look pon dem and tell dem say A from bicycle bar a make the pumpy From then the time deh me a buss the Uzi From copper one cent a make gunshot From then the time deh me a fling 'way the Glock A one pop, badman dem no buss that .38 You know a DC gun that You see the 16, give the Junglist man that You see the Bragadab, Tivoli a buss that You see the southside man a fling 'way the Glock This is Beenie Man, me have heart, nuttin fi crack People dead, gunshot! From early out now me pop off All the head back get lick out People dead, gunshot! From early out now me pop off You're just dead All them a chat, a them mouth them a run off Anytime me come and mi Glock, me gon' pop off Booyaka, booyaka, and a boy heart lock off Murderers, merciless wicked men know what Anytime me chat, natty withdraw bulldog box Buss fi mi gun and all the street light lock off Anywhere you see me gun, a deh your life cut off Gwan like you're bad, and your head get shot off Just like a toilet, a so your life flush off True people dead, gunshot! From early out when me pop off All the head back get lick out People dead, gunshot! From early out when me pop off Me look pon dem and say All them a talk, I say, "talk with care" Glock inna mi hand and you a kick like a mare I will murder your momma and your poppa right here Murder your granny, don't think I man care When you deh a foreign, you a badman up there Now you come back, people part you a stare I'll murder all you and don't think I man fear Gwan like you waan me fi smear mi career Think Beenie Man a wear casual wear This year, me say, me expensive and dear True people dead, gunshot! From early out when me pop off All the head back get lick out People dead, gunshot! From early out when me pop off Me look pon dem and say Dem say, woman, a Delilah and Jezebel The good people haffi suffer fi the heathen dem We a know dibby-dibby heathen can befriend The way we gun pretty, it no stop man dem Shot weh me buss make a Jerusalem Skin pon mi ankle that meh from Camel The fiberglass pon the outside of man dem