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Hard Fi Dead lyrics with English Translations
[Intro]
Jay Krazie Records
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
[Verse 1] Gun a clap when gun a clap well Gi' him everything inna weh inna the Askel Copper mek your flatter, p**sy 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 P**sy could a live.. black shell P**sy 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 b*tch get carrel, with the Israel Camel You cyaan aim it already, just clear the barrel
[Chorus] Dem a no hard man fi dead, hey We shot people fi nothing P**sy 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
[Verse 2] 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, p**sy 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
[Chorus] Dem a no hard man fi dead, hey We shot people fi nothing P**sy 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
[Verse 3] 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 say we fling bomb Bullet inna face, mek sure your chin strong Which p**sy 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 P**sy 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 P**sy 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
Dem a no hard man fi dead We shot people fi nothing P**sy 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
[Outro] Jay Krazie Records
[Verse 1] Gun a clap when gun a clap well Gi' him everything inna weh inna the Askel Copper mek your flatter, p**sy 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 P**sy could a live.. black shell P**sy 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 b*tch get carrel, with the Israel Camel You cyaan aim it already, just clear the barrel
[Chorus] Dem a no hard man fi dead, hey We shot people fi nothing P**sy 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
[Verse 2] 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, p**sy 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
[Chorus] Dem a no hard man fi dead, hey We shot people fi nothing P**sy 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
[Verse 3] 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 say we fling bomb Bullet inna face, mek sure your chin strong Which p**sy 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 P**sy 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 P**sy 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
Dem a no hard man fi dead We shot people fi nothing P**sy 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
[Outro] Jay Krazie Records
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