Murderer

Man wicked and bad
Wicked and bad, man wicked and bad
Wicked and bad, man wicked and bad
Insipid
Gunshot rain down like lightnin'
Who di fuck boost him up and hype him
By no bloodclaat law, we abidin'
Inna di miggle addi night we strike him
(Murda on tha beat, so it's not nice)

Skimas- bumbohole
Skimask tear gas, rubber grip, hollow tip, wah yuh know about this
When di gun start spit and di bullet dem flick
Pull up on dem ends, tun dem inna target
R-I-P
Mi nuh play with people, yuh fi know say mi dark and mi fuckin' evil
Mi shoot up a car with your pickney in deh, and mi nuh care
You nuh hear what mi say
And mi nuh care

When we kill, we kill without remorse
We heart no warm and soft, we nuh give a fuck
We are murderers
Fully automatic
Murderers
Nothin'll ever top it
Coulda soldier, coulda never stop it
We are murderers
And it was for nothing, killing of the habit
Murderers
Mm

Everywhere we go now bus' gyal
Two fire, knockin' out cap
Rifle I stuck in my back
Mi nuh too talk, everything ah bus' shot
Ri, rifle
Buss
Nah, nah, nah, name
Mi mi, mi no really name
Mi nuh say you're willing and when you're killin' them
Pull up in a million, spend a million
Everyday I'm willin' them, when I'm drillin' them, when I be
Put no one in him, why they
Why he fly like la-la-light away
A day lay-lay way where we came
They saw the re-re-re-re-re-rain

When we kill, we kill without remorse
We heart no warm and soft, we nuh give a fuck
We are murderers
Fully automatic
Murderers
Nothin'll ever top it
Coulda soldier, coulda never stop it
We are murderers
And it was for nothing, killing of the habit
Murderers
Mm

Yeah
Evil, baby, evil
Shouts to the don, my nigga
And I'm down to take them some

And I'm 1400, I ain't changin' (changin')
Ride round with the fire, might have to bang it
Pop
I remember when I took you to Topanga
Yeah
Shawty got up in my bed, I had to bang her
And I'm big 14, I'm no stranger
I love my women but I hate when they change up
I am not fake with a face full of makeup
I am not the one to present with the fake love
She love it when I keep it real, yeah
10 million dollars on a house in the hills, yeah
Mama crib paid off, she do not pay no bills, yeah
Chop a nigga body up and give his mom to choose, yeah

When we kill, we kill without remorse
We heart no warm and soft, we nuh give a fuck
We are murderers
Fully automatic
Murderers
Nothin'll ever top it
Coulda soldier, coulda never stop it
We are murderers
And it was for nothing, killing of the habit
Murderers
Mm

Everywhere we go now bus' cap
Two fire knockin' out cap
Rifle I stuck in my back
Mi nuh too talk, everything ah bus' shot
Fully automatic
Nothin'll cut up it
Coulda soldier, coulda never stop it
And it was for nothing, killing of me a bit