Lyrics
Mi nuh know ah weh dem feel like
Man ah gangsta we do dis in ah real life
Dem ah chat tuff
But we nuh believe hype
Di rifle dem have more shell den ah
Still step on da roads
On fuckery
I got my suttn tucked
Who waan touch me
Forget a mobo I got beef in dese streets
On my mums life its peak
I gotta stay close to guns b
If its not dat
Big rass chopper on my side
When I walk dawg
20inch blade treat da beef like star wars
Patterns on my blade like
Suttn out ah war lards
How many man been stabbed
Mi done talk mans used to dis shit
Da over side da olders are youts in dis ting
Dey aint bad all da youngers are new to dis ting
Ask dem mans duck down numerous pricks
Dey aint bad like we
Be dem young black boys wid big guns
And no patience
From young we been known
To cause havoc on pavements
Man will still beat my gun
Fi get da badness and ratings
I cud never ever sleep on da vine
Yo
Mi nuh know ah weh dem feel like
Man ah gangsta we do dis in ah real life
Dem ah chat tuff
But we nuh believe hype
Di rifle dem have more shell den ah seaside ye
Coz mi nuh know ah wamp to dem
Mi nuh know ah wamp to dem
(Mi nuh know ah wamp to dem)
Mi nuh know ah wamp to dem
Bullets fly den ah morgue fi dem
Real comfy on da streets
My **** lively in da T
Farm blocks is where I be
Wiv couple man be holding heat
And don’t tempt dem to beat
Got hella corn and dey were sweet
Don’t associate with neeks
I keep it cool and make my p’s
We living rough
And no discussion it aint hard
To push a button
Man I done beat corn
Was sweet
And I aint bluffing
Come to respawn for who
Nobody running
And everyday we post up with big spinners
Juice donning
Gotta think first and pattern up
Im focused on cake g
Distance myself
Coz I don’t know who don’t rate me
Suttn in my pants and you can get it all day b
Real life, no lie
Stay away for your safety
If dare tooled up we calling for friends
But I aint really got friends
I got some bros till da end
We in da streets real life don’t pretend
So I can never back down
An im a fight till di end
Kush
Mi nuh know ah weh dem feel like
Man ah gangsta we do dis in ah real life
Dem ah chat tuff
But we nuh believe hype
Di rifle dem have more shell den ah seaside ye
Coz mi nuh know ah wamp to dem
Mi nuh know ah wamp to dem
(Mi nuh know ah wamp to dem)
Mi nuh know ah wamp to dem
Bullets fly den ah morgue fi dem
Nuh true we look calm and ting dawg
Our badness nuh normal ting ye
Dem and dem friend dem ah swarm until
Di 6 pants bruk bone like ah armon limb
Dem ah size up becah man slim
Tree star dat ah yard man ting
Tink ah beef but ah war man bring
Fat matic in ah palm an ting
Dat ah normal ting
Mi thugs dem nuh hitch fi squeeze corn
Bullet ah stuck to dem head like weave on
Mi tell dem nuh fi flip
Running up dem lip
Hollow tip now ah six foot six di g gaan
Abz mi nuh know ah wamp to dem
Kush mi nuh know ah wamp to dem
Dem momma ah guh bawl fi dem
Preacher man read a psalms fi dem
Yo
Mi nuh know ah weh dem feel like
Man ah gangsta we do dis in ah real life
Dem ah chat tuff
But we nuh believe hype
Di rifle dem have more shell den ah seaside ye
Coz mi nuh know ah wamp to dem
Mi nuh know ah wamp to dem
(Mi nuh know ah wamp to dem)
Mi nuh know ah wamp to dem
Bullets fly den ah morgue fi dem
Written by: Frass, Abra Cadabra, Kush
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