Echo Minott - Murder Weapon Lyrics

Lyrics Murder Weapon - Echo Minott




Hey, Senor!
When you come to shoot, you shoot
You don't talk
And if you dig inna pit, make sure you dig two
Because all two belongs to you
Rude boy
Shine your gun, shine your gun
Shine your gun now
Shine your gun, shine your gun
It's time for the showdown
Me never waan hold the gun without the gloves deh pon mi hand
No waan leave mi fingerprint pon the murder weapon
One of dem come, we ago kill dem dead
Two of dem come, we ago run dem red
Butt off a face and send dem to dem bed
Booyaka, booyaka in another one head
Shine your gun, shine your gun
Shine your gun, rude boys
Shine your gun, shine your gun
Shine your gun right now
Watch it, me have mi dog pon mi waist
If you talk too hard, me dig off your face
You want to get acquainted to Betsy
Or you want to meet my Glock Charlie? (Yeah)
Shine your gun, shine your gun
Shine your gun, rude boys
Shine your gun, shine your gun
Now it's time for the showdown
Me never waan hold the gun without the gloves deh pon mi hand
No waan leave mi fingerprint pon the murder weapon
One of dem come, we ago kill dem dead
Two of dem come, we ago run dem red
Three of dem come, we ago send dem to dem bed
Booyaka, booyaka in another one head
When you put it pon cock, dem haffi just back
Informer and back-bitter, dem haffi drop (Yeah)
I shoot the deputy, the sheriff, the cop
And you know me run hot (Yeah)
Waan hold the gun without the gloves inna mi hand
No waan leave mi fingerprint pon the murder weapon
One of dem come, we haffi kill dem dead
Two of dem come, we haffi run dem red
And if a three of dem come, we ago send dem to dem bed
If you talk too hard, you feel couple hot lead
Shine your gun, shine your gun
Shine your gun, rude boys
Shine your gun, shine your gun
Shine your gun right now
Me no waan hold the gun without the gloves deh pon mi hand
No waan leave mi fingerprint pon the murder weapon
One of dem come, we ago kill dem dead
Two of dem come, we ago run dem red
Dig off a face and send dem to dem bed
Booyaka, booyaka in another one head (Yeah)
Shine your gun, shine your gun
Shine your gun, rude boys
Shine your gun



Writer(s): Henry Nicola Mancini, Noel Phillips



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