We Nuh Fraid Songtext
von Giggs
We Nuh Fraid Songtext
Unruly nuh walk wid watergun
Bwoi mek talk as him talk him drop ah groun
Shot a tump him like Mike McCallum
Woi yoi
Step in ah di dance wid mi gun pon mi
Graze mek mi eye red like Campari
Move inna London like Bob Marley
Mek di ting dem beat like Don Corle
Deadly force
Man will mek yu ghost
Peckham badman will rest di glock pon yu nose
Dem Rita Rose when time di tec expose
Di piece a Drako lef whole heap of hole inna yu clothes
Shank him, rifle dem crank him
Sn1 bumboclart tugs ah top rankin
Pushin badness cross London and cling cling
Bad before likkle Wayne dem a sing bling bling
Mek duppy fast and den mi gone sing sing
Mi nuh mek riddim like anju and din din
If annuh gyal pussy ah di trigga man finglin
Clart up di k till mi finger dem tremblin
Mmmmm
Um bwoi dem ah talk alot but pussy we nuh fraid o dat
Nahh aaaahhh
If yu talk nuh fi murda dat
Mmnmnnnm murda dat
Yehhh ehhhh
Ar mi nuh fraid o dat
Uummn wi nuh fraid o dat
Neyyyyeeeeaaah
If yu talk mi nuh murda dat
An yu know seh ah murda dat
Ayyyy yeeea ehh
Cant even spare no thoughts for dem
I′m close to da edge and bored of dem
You keep on tauntin all my men
Man and man will make sure you dont walk again
Lack of respect means back of his helmet
Difficult trails, soft nigga just melted
FN got petrol wid da blue tips
Call dat one blue suede shoes and get Elvised
Patient
Every man to his station
They can't understand badman conversation
Confident, there′s no complication
You know these little nerds cant take confrontation
Tough set of gears
Fucked him up, these blood sweat and tears
Just for ideas
H always bring good stuff for your ears
Just enough big puffs we ah Blaze
Stan wid da Barse's
Kick Genies, bun wishes and ban magic carpets
100 percent man'll handle da garbage
Handle dem dark, swang thru da darkness
Grams in da jar
Touch him up, he stuck his neck
Dis mans a giraffe, hand on my heart
Strangle dat, when we, put a work on a man den we garn
Um bwoi dem ah talk a lot but pussy we nuh fraid o dat
Nahh aaaahhh
If yu talk nuh fi murda dat
Mmnmnnnm murda dat
Yehhh ehhhh
Ar mi nuh fraid o dat
Uummnin wi nuh fraid o dat
Neyyyyeeeeaaah
If yu talk mi nuh murda dat
An yu know seh ah murda dat
Ayyyy yeeea ehh
Bwoi mek talk as him talk him drop ah groun
Shot a tump him like Mike McCallum
Woi yoi
Step in ah di dance wid mi gun pon mi
Graze mek mi eye red like Campari
Move inna London like Bob Marley
Mek di ting dem beat like Don Corle
Deadly force
Man will mek yu ghost
Peckham badman will rest di glock pon yu nose
Dem Rita Rose when time di tec expose
Di piece a Drako lef whole heap of hole inna yu clothes
Shank him, rifle dem crank him
Sn1 bumboclart tugs ah top rankin
Pushin badness cross London and cling cling
Bad before likkle Wayne dem a sing bling bling
Mek duppy fast and den mi gone sing sing
Mi nuh mek riddim like anju and din din
If annuh gyal pussy ah di trigga man finglin
Clart up di k till mi finger dem tremblin
Mmmmm
Um bwoi dem ah talk alot but pussy we nuh fraid o dat
Nahh aaaahhh
If yu talk nuh fi murda dat
Mmnmnnnm murda dat
Yehhh ehhhh
Ar mi nuh fraid o dat
Uummn wi nuh fraid o dat
Neyyyyeeeeaaah
If yu talk mi nuh murda dat
An yu know seh ah murda dat
Ayyyy yeeea ehh
Cant even spare no thoughts for dem
I′m close to da edge and bored of dem
You keep on tauntin all my men
Man and man will make sure you dont walk again
Lack of respect means back of his helmet
Difficult trails, soft nigga just melted
FN got petrol wid da blue tips
Call dat one blue suede shoes and get Elvised
Patient
Every man to his station
They can't understand badman conversation
Confident, there′s no complication
You know these little nerds cant take confrontation
Tough set of gears
Fucked him up, these blood sweat and tears
Just for ideas
H always bring good stuff for your ears
Just enough big puffs we ah Blaze
Stan wid da Barse's
Kick Genies, bun wishes and ban magic carpets
100 percent man'll handle da garbage
Handle dem dark, swang thru da darkness
Grams in da jar
Touch him up, he stuck his neck
Dis mans a giraffe, hand on my heart
Strangle dat, when we, put a work on a man den we garn
Um bwoi dem ah talk a lot but pussy we nuh fraid o dat
Nahh aaaahhh
If yu talk nuh fi murda dat
Mmnmnnnm murda dat
Yehhh ehhhh
Ar mi nuh fraid o dat
Uummnin wi nuh fraid o dat
Neyyyyeeeeaaah
If yu talk mi nuh murda dat
An yu know seh ah murda dat
Ayyyy yeeea ehh
Writer(s): Jason Neville Thompson, Andrae Hugh Sutherland, Paul Warren Rupert Edward Yebuah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com