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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie P.
Charlie P.
Vocals
Brother Culture
Brother Culture
Vocals
James Harper
James Harper
Programming
Reggae Roast
Reggae Roast
Performer
Matthew Lane
Matthew Lane
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Harper
James Harper
Composer
Matt Lane
Matt Lane
Composer
Charlie Pursord
Charlie Pursord
Composer
Simon Fajemisin
Simon Fajemisin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Harper
James Harper
Producer
Matthew Lane
Matthew Lane
Producer

Lyrics

Now the yout dem ina di ghetto running up and down all over the place With scowl pon them face Me want some niceness Too much killing To much freaky business a gwan A wha mi tell dem star Charlie P and Brother Culture Murder (murder in the city) Murder (murderation) Murder come again (murder over there so) Murder come again (a well dem star) It come again Murder (sting dem) Murder (a murder we a deal with) Murder come again (murderation down here) Murder come again (murder in the city) Hey, but a me say Say nuff murder in the ghetto Say man dem shop pon di corner, girl dem walk in stiletto Say hear my lyrics them a echo We're coming hot like fire but we sting like a nettle Say rude boy you haffi sekkle Say bad man, they could never come step pon we level You know we're smoking pon the nettle You know we're heavy like lead but we're soft like pettle Murder (bo) Murder (buh buh buh) Murder come again (tell dem Brother Culture) Murder come again Come again (yeah) (it come again well) Murder Murder Murder come again Murder come again Come again Me said me come pon di riddim and chat and everyone a know that Dem say woah, said Charlie P a gwan sound fat But a me say ina di ghetto dem a bust 'nuff shot Me tell you no, me know you haffi gwan stop that But a me say you can smell my draw from me walk in a di door No joke my ting a stink out di dance floor When me chat pon a microphone everybody want more Awoah say Charlie P got lyrics galore Say me mash up the dance till me throat it sore You can see me pon di stage when me deya pon tour Yeah say put down the gun, yeah say step out di war In life there is so much more Murder Murder (murderation) Murder come again (come again) Murder come again (buddabye) Come again (yeah) Murder Murder (tell dem) Murder come again (a hold on) Murder come again (slang bong dong) Come again Well hear me now Always try to be the best in everything endeavour Some people can't enjoy themselves unless their getting leathered A boat will float away if it is not correctly tethered To join police and army I am not particularly bothered To win a game of football you a win it with a header The ball is round and full of air and usually made of leather A team can only function if the members are together Together through the storm and through the hail and any weather Say never never never never never never never Betray the almighty cos that is not clever Murder Murder Murder come again Murder come again Come again Murder Murder Murder come again Murder come again
Writer(s): James Harper, Matthew Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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