Tarrus Riley - Living The Life of A Gun lyrics

[intro: Joe Lickshot] This is the original pioneer alongside original Tarrus Riley When I say Tarrus (Riley) I don't mean the big black one wha' you keep in your waist I mean the big black one wha' sing in all the place BIMP! BIMP! BIMP! Ping! (block style) [intro: Tarrus Riley] Woah yeah, Raggamuffin sittin'.. Woah yeah, Ragga muffin sittin'.. Woah yeah, A me name Tarrus a me fi tell you. ha [Verse] Living the life of the gun, man Me strike fear inna you heart All sorts a people a walk wid me an afraid fi pop me off When me say blow See deh? everything dead off in a second Look how much trouble i've caused Me black and me chrome And you can find me on your block Or inside your home My name is Glock Me par wid a crew, we name shots And when we start, clap, every posse get flat You hear that? [Chorus] A what dem make gun for? Me no see no good whey it do round yah A me name Tarrus, and me fi tell you so Gun worse than bull buck and duppy conqueror What dem make gun for? [Verse] Some pick me up now and then Some call me dem best friend And walk wid me and talk to me Like dem and dem gun a parr And blow, see deh? Somebody left a bawl In a second, see how much sorrow i've caused I'm used and abused, dem never left me out When dem go pon dem move Tonight dem say dem hungry, dem go eat someone food A me give them the strength fi dem a gwaan so rude [Chorus] A what dem make gun for? Me no see no good whey it do round yah A me name Tarrus, and me fi tell you so Gun worse than bull buck and duppy conqueror What dem make gun for? [Verse] I give you nothing but mischief Hey check you ballistic and statistics Murder people and we don't leave no witness You better make sure you nuh end up da hit list, no When me say blow Mama hold her belly and a bawl Blow! blow! People dress inna black and one more funeral Poom! poom! Papa start weep Tired fi see badness wrap up inna white sheet (...ping) [Verse] Living the life of the gun man Me strike fear inna you heart All sorts a people a walk wid me and afraid fi pop me off When me say blow See deh? everything dead off in a second Look how much trouble i've caused Me black and me chrome And you can find me on your block Or inside your home My name is Glock Me parr wid a crew, weh name shots [Chorus] A what dem make gun for? Me no see no good whey it do round yah A me name Tarrus a me fi tell you so Gun worse than bull buck and duppy conqueror What dem make gun for?