Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Living The Life Of A Gun , by - Tarrus Riley. Song from the album Contagious, in the genre РеггиRelease date: 02.08.2009
Record label: VP
Song language: English
Living The Life Of A Gun |
| This is the original pioneer alongside original Tarrus Riley |
| When I say Tarrus (Riley) I don’t mean the big black one wha' you keep in your |
| waist |
| I mean the big black one wha' sing in all the place |
| BIMP! |
| BIMP! |
| BIMP! |
| Ping! |
| (block style) |
| Woah yeah, Raggamuffin sittin'. |
| Woah yeah, Ragga muffin sittin'. |
| Woah yeah, A me name Tarrus a me fi tell you. |
| ha |
| Living the life of the gun, man |
| Me strike fear inna you heart |
| All sorts a people a walk wid me an afraid fi pop me off |
| When me say blow |
| See deh? |
| everything dead off in a second |
| Look how much trouble i’ve caused |
| Me black and me chrome |
| And you can find me on your block |
| Or inside your home |
| My name is Glock |
| Me par wid a crew, we name shots |
| And when we start, clap, every posse get flat |
| You hear that? |
| A what dem make gun for? |
| Me no see no good whey it do round yah |
| A me name Tarrus, and me fi tell you so |
| Gun worse than bull buck and duppy conqueror |
| What dem make gun for? |
| Some pick me up now and then |
| Some call me dem best friend |
| And walk wid me and talk to me |
| Like dem and dem gun a parr |
| And blow, see deh? |
| Somebody left a bawl |
| In a second, see how much sorrow i’ve caused |
| I’m used and abused, dem never left me out |
| When dem go pon dem move |
| Tonight dem say dem hungry, dem go eat someone food |
| A me give them the strength fi dem a gwaan so rude |
| A what dem make gun for? |
| Me no see no good whey it do round yah |
| A me name Tarrus, and me fi tell you so |
| Gun worse than bull buck and duppy conqueror |
| What dem make gun for? |
| I give you nothing but mischief |
| Hey check you ballistic and statistics |
| Murder people and we don’t leave no witness |
| You better make sure you nuh end up da hit list, no |
| When me say blow |
| Mama hold her belly and a bawl |
| Blow! |
| blow! |
| People dress inna black and one more funeral |
| Poom! |
| poom! |
| Papa start weep |
| Tired fi see badness wrap up inna white sheet (…ping) |
| Living the life of the gun man |
| Me strike fear inna you heart |
| All sorts a people a walk wid me and afraid fi pop me off |
| When me say blow |
| See deh? |
| everything dead off in a second |
| Look how much trouble i’ve caused |
| Me black and me chrome |
| And you can find me on your block |
| Or inside your home |
| My name is Glock |
| Me parr wid a crew, weh name shots |
| A what dem make gun for? |
| Me no see no good whey it do round yah |
| A me name Tarrus a me fi tell you so |
| Gun worse than bull buck and duppy conqueror |
| What dem make gun for? |