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Murda She Wrote
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buju Banton
Buju Banton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MARK ANTHONY MYRIE
MARK ANTHONY MYRIE
Songwriter
Lloyd James, Jr.
Lloyd James, Jr.
Songwriter
Brandon Hess
Brandon Hess
Songwriter
Jermaine Reid
Jermaine Reid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lloyd James, Jr.
Lloyd James, Jr.
Producer
Buju Banton
Buju Banton
Producer

Lyrics

Lawd of mercy Bad boys, easy Take it easy and calm (What is going on?) Alright Well, a murda she wrote Kick you like the bullet from a .45 colt Hired assassins dem inna blood spot Turn it up a notch and take it to a higher volt (Well) a murda she wrote Kick you like the bullet from a .45 colt Hired assassins dem inna blood spot Take it up, another take it to a higher Change the game from selling smack and selling dope How the yayo make the empire float With your entire life under microscope Out of the game is your only hope South of Philadelphia, Los Angeles streets Bullshit walks while gunshots speak The life of a gangsta is bitter and sweet Surrounded by snitches and lowlife creeps Dirty cops who stick on like leech Soldier 'pon the corner, you know seh we shit, cyaan weak They talk, we act, we move, and dem stop B-bad to the bone and we love it like that Dem-a flip and a-flop, we shit deh 'pon lock And anyweh we go, dancehall haffi Alright A murda she wrote Kick you like the bullet from a .45 colt Hired assassins dem nuh inna blood spot Real bad boy turn it up another (Come now) a murda she wrote Kick you like the bullet from a .45 colt Hired assassins dem inna blood spot Bad to the bone Hear me now, from juvenile detention to doing real time Although, you never really choose a life of crime We see how many gone and what they left behind Criminal intent with criminal mind Bad boy, bad boy, well, it is your time Where you gonna hide now? Your life is on the line Not a slap on the wrist, a-me seh no, not a fine And anyhow dem catch you better luck next time A murda she wrote Kick you like the bullet from a .45 colt Hired assassins dem nuh inna blood spot Real bad boy turn it up another (Come now) a murda she wrote Kick you like the bullet from a .45 colt Hired assassins dem nuh inna blood spot Real bad boy turn it up another Change the game from selling smack and selling dope How the yayo make the empire float With the entire life under microscope Out of the game is your only hope South of Philadelphia, Los Angeles streets Bullshit walks while gunshots speak The life of a gangster is bitter and sweet Surrounded by snitches and lowlife creeps Dirty cops who stick on like leech Plus each and every soldier fi know seh we shit, cyaan weak They talk, we act, we move, and dem stop Bad to the bone and we love it like that Dem-a flip and a-flop, we shit deh 'pon lock And anywhere we go, dancehall haffi (wild) A murda she wrote Kick you like the bullet from a .45 colt Hired assassins dem nuh inna blood spot Real bad boy turn it up another (come now) A murda she wrote Kick you like the bullet from a .45 colt Hired assassins dem nuh inna blood spot Real bad boy turn it up another Change the game from selling smack and selling dope How the yayo make the empire float With the entire life under microscope Out of the game is your only hope South of Philadelphia, Los Angeles streets The life of a gangster, bitter and sweet
Writer(s): Lloyd James Jr., Jermaine Michael Reid, Mark Myrie, Brandon Eric Hess Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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