Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suicide Or Murder, artist - Bounty Killer. Album song My Xperience, in the genre РеггиDate of issue: 16.09.1996
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
Suicide Or Murder |
| Suicide or murder |
| In this jungle this they be glad to hang ya Plus the galley man learn fi not to linger |
| Blow fast just like a gas cylinder |
| And then |
| Suicide or murder |
| Will this save you with this brand new gun ya Want to hold back man he’s gonna fi linger |
| Your head is like a boss gun shot with sin ya Verse One: Bounty Killer |
| Yes boy you see me contender |
| Me not retreat, and me no surrender |
| Gun shot attack them like a rat in a blender |
| Gun shot they get up me pull up they get sent up Heard they shot a woman and me hurt defender |
| Word like a liar then me kick like ninja |
| Gonna rob them cents bea wanna like bazooka |
| You say it sucks, its gone get bunch harder |
| Not ready to kill, then ready your heena |
| This man from Rockport &then from Reema |
| Clean up Verse Two: Jeru |
| Murder them, murder them |
| Test the most high, it’s a suicide mission |
| MCs dead, all others fled |
| fearing the power |
| thunder and lightning |
| lyrics like hot lead showered |
| through the desert and in the jungle |
| when I bust off shots I blow up spots, &competition turns humble |
| guns rumble, bodies tumble but I can’t be injured |
| when I kill the contenders I escape like a ninja |
| Verse Three: Bounty Killer |
| Yes boy, we gonna drive life trife uh Juice get ame up like a scuba diver |
| Whores get a west up &then maybe wise up Long time we dare you had a great survivor |
| Devil said you’re wicked and your Bud Light’s whiter |
| Kill or be killed and see the heart rise up So just keep on killing, then fi gonna ride up Yes boy |
| Verse Four: Jeru |
| When my mind spray, you must lay down get flat |
| Or snatch up your girl &your gun, &shoot your way out the back |
| When I fire, the lingo blows out your rib cage |
| You retire the sound and not because of old age |
| Blood splatters and holy fire turns to dawn |
| Killing smooth and silently like the Rasta James Bond |
| Armed and dangerous, so grab your pistols |
| But like an MX missile, I’ll rip right through you |
| Some rather die, then face a fate worse than hell |
| With a bounty on your hood and Bounty Killer on your tail |