Lyrics Can't Dead On My Watch - FKD, Killa P

Can't Dead On My Watch

Open up dem head like an
You understand, me bredda?
Cuh me nuh know wah dem feel like
Ah wah happened to dem inna real life
Boo-boom, boo-boom, boom
Pull up on dem foot, bicycle stop
Brr, give them a rifle ah shot
Dem boy dem frightened, all dem knife, it ah drop
All dem bredda frightened fi go shop
And your mooma frightened fi stand at di bus stop
Gunshot nuh stop from beat and clap
Bwoy can’t diss me bredda Dice, one o’clock
Funeral car, yeah, we drive inna dat
And your mumma and poopa dem ah arrive inna black
Killaman, me have five inna Glock
While dem have dem pork pie inna pot
Me ah di murderer, me come fi murder you
You still have your two eyes inna dat
Body parts flying all over di flat
And blood and claret dere all over me gat
None of me friend dem nuh dead pon me watch
Nuh dead pon me watch, unnu man
Tell soundbwoy seh we bad
Born and grow inna Brixton
'Nuff bumbahole get stabbed
'Nuff man get beat up and get rob
Or some real ghetto yout gone mad
Straight bodybag
White sheet, toe tag
It nuh nice when your pickney gone missing
Many nights, me spend me nights dem inna prison
True, di gun weh me have ah no fun, the gun dem risen
Somebody gone, shot fly, somebody missing
Me bad from Brixton to Germany
Ah nuh just South London press heard of me
But me hear soundbwoy who wan' murder me
And dem cyaan a third of me
Pussyhole, me nuh go jail fi burgulary
Me murder, murder, you’ll never murder me
Diss me, we’ll leave your white top burgandy
Me nuh care if you ah walk inna Burberry
Nuh dead pon me watch, unnu man
Tell soundbwoy seh we bad
Born and grow inna Brixton
'Nuff bumbahole get stabbed
'Nuff man get beat up and get rob
Or some real ghetto yout gone mad
Straight bodybag
White sheet, toe tag
My yout, should’ve listened to your mother when your mother tell you
Nuh bother go outside, someting nuh right
Still you gon' link up with your friend dem and jump inna car
Man ah drive out there pon a hype
Never know say you would’ve bucked Patrick Knight
No, Jah Jah nuh save you tonight
No, gunshot ah blaze fi di night
Only a killer can kill a man again and that’s right
Only a killer can kill a killer, my brudda, that’s me
Bwoy violate?
Nobody nuh gas me
Might catch dem, nobody nuh catch me
Buck dem ah Brixton or Hackney, any one ah dem
Any bwoy dem dead, Killa for realla haffi go fi dem
Duppy dem, me nuh give a fuck
Could have been a big darg, could have been a pup
Any bwoy diss di army and you’re fucked
Nuh dead pon me watch, unnu man
Tell soundbwoy seh we bad
Born and grow inna Brixton
'Nuff bumbahole get stabbed
'Nuff man get beat up and get rob
Or some real ghetto yout gone mad
Straight bodybag
White sheet, toe tag