Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hard Fi Dead , by - Masicka. Release date: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hard Fi Dead |
| Yo, you know the thing different already enuh |
| Dem a no hard man fi dead |
| Yo, you know how the thing go |
| Watch da style ya |
| Hold on deh |
| Gun a clap when gun a clap well |
| Gi' him everything inna weh inna the Askel |
| Copper mek your flatter, pussy head no stop swell |
| Cops dem find your body with a dead rat smell |
| Ask now, we no tek styling that’s gel |
| Go tell your boss gun cheap, shot sell |
| Pussy could a live but ay you get you black shell |
| Pussy full a lead and it a sing like Adele |
| Broad day gunshot a ring like a bell |
| From em gun show, blood haffi go flow like Pharrell |
| Likkle bitch get carrel, with the Israel Camel |
| You cyaan aim it already, just clear the barrel |
| Dem a no hard man fi dead, hey |
| We shot people fi nothing |
| Pussy from me name call man fi dead, dead |
| How dem a gwaan like dem a hard man fi dead, dead |
| And me say from me name call man we dead, dead |
| Hey, hold on then |
| Father God eight when me aim nine |
| Aim mine, bare bine, man a drop same time |
| A no play, play crime, buss weh the gay spine |
| Gi' him every bloodclaat thing, cah we no save coin |
| Day time murder, pussy haffi play blind |
| K send brain flying, something like a airline |
| Tell a bloodclaat duppy we no 'fraid a him |
| Buss throat, 3 star blade file |
| Born bad, badness dem a practice |
| Glock criss, when me see dem I will not miss |
| Hitch 'pon corner 'bout dem a drop six |
| Fold up when me roll up, like hot spliff |
| Head back that lift |
| Me a aim and cyaan miss, a mussi God gift |
| Escape gun man, you know that swift |
| Watch it mek me grung dem, weh me gun dem |
| Dem a no hard man fi dead, hey |
| We shot people fi nothing |
| Pussy from me name call man fi dead, dead |
| How dem a gwaan like dem a hard man fi dead, dead |
| And me say from me name call man we dead, dead |
| Hey, hold on then |
| The clip ram, the clip ram |
| Gi' him everything weh inna the Ingram |
| Help dem a look 'bout dem a link don |
| Dig up everything Waltham no dig yam |
| 12 Gauge do the lad like seh we fling bomb |
| Bullet inna face, mek sure your chin strong |
| Which pussy think we left it, him wrong |
| Anyweh dem link a tun inna quicksand |
| Nuff bwoy say dem a go diss, the list long |
| Lift up two old strap and a criss one |
| Who run up haffi tun back like a Christian |
| Pussy deh a wasteman weh gyal a piss 'pon |
| Barber we buss dem head fi less than six grand |
| When you hear *bop* a no the one weh fix fan |
| Head fly, find which hand |
| Simple things fi we plan |
| Dem a no hard man fi dead, hey |
| We shot people fi nothing |
| Pussy from me name call man fi dead, dead |
| How dem a gwaan like dem a hard man fi dead, dead |
| And me say from me name call man we dead, dead |
| Jay Krazie Records |