Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Dead On My Watch , by - FKDRelease date: 14.12.2017
Song language: English
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 |