Buju Banton - Murda She Wrote Lyrics

Lord ah mercy
Bad boys, easy
Tek it easy and calm
(What is going on?) Alright

Well ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins weh inna blood sport
Turn it up a notch and take it to a higher volt (well)
Ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins you inna blood sport
Take it up a notch and take it to a higher

Said you came from selling smack and selling dope
How di Yayo make di empire float
Wit your entire life under microscope
Out of the game is your only hope
South of Philadelphia, Los Angeles streets
Bullshit walk while Don shot speak
Di life of a gangsta is bitter and sweet
Surrounded by snitches and low life creep
Dirty cop who stick on like leech
Soldier pon di corner, you know seh we shit cyaan' weak
They talk, we act, we move and dem stop
Ba-bad to di bone and we love it like that
Dem ah flip and ah flop we shit deh pon lock
Anywhere we go dancehall haffi

Alright, ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins dem nah inna blood sport
Real bad bwoy turn it up anotha, come now
Ah murder she wrote
Hot just like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins you inna blood sport
Talk to me bad, hear me now

From juvenile detention to doing real time
Although you never really choose a life of crime
We some how many gone and wah dey lef behind
Criminal intent with criminal mind
Bad boy, bad boy well it is your time
Where you gonna hide now? Your life is on di line
Not a, slap on di wrist and me seh no, not a fine
And anyhow dem catch, betta luck next time

Ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins dem nah inna blood sport
Real bad bwoy turn it up anotha, come now
Ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins dem nah inna blood sport
Real bad bwoy turn it up anotha

Said you came from selling smack and selling dope
How di Yayo make di empire float
Wit di entire life under microscope
Out of the game is your only hope
South of Philadelphia, Los Angeles streets
Bullshit walk while Don shot speaks
Di life of a gangsta is bitter and sweet
Surrounded by snitches and low life creep
Dirty cop who stick on like leech
Precision, every soldier fi know seh we shit cyaan' weak
They talk, we act, we move and dem stop
Bad to di bone and we love it like that
Dem ah flip and ah flop we shit deh pon lock
An anywhere we go dancehall haffi (wild)

Ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins dem nah inna blood sport
Real bad bwoy turn it up anotha, come now
Ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins dem nah inna blood sport
Real bad bwoy turn it up anotha

Said you came from selling smack and selling dope
How di Yayo make di empire float
Wit di entire life under microscope
Out of the game is your only hope
South of Philadelphia, Los Angeles streets
Di life of a gangsta is bitter and sweet