Who Me a Beg - Radio edit
Kill no more musician
Who me a be nu do nu kill no more musician
Who nunnu hear me se nu kill no more musician
Who me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
Please me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
What a nice sweet island a dream of a place,
And when it come to music is a hell of a race
Me na stop telling you nuff dj's there around
The people them they like the music and the boomy sound
Till one of them makes some money and hits the charts
And now I m telling you honey the nasty part
Them a shoot you down there when you try to be on top
Murderer, he knocked you out Mr Cop
Peter Tosh, Garnet Silk, Tenasaw to name a few
And one fucked up fellow shot Panhead and that's true
Who me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
Please me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
R.E.A.L.I.T.Y on the radio they list them up
Wheter witness, lawyer, business man or DJ all got shot
Everyday ten or more, them got knocked on the floor
And those that do it they need money 'cause they're poor
Them a have a special court down there if you mess with a gun
If you once got stuck in there forget it man your done
But still nowbody controls that wicked shooting down
Mr Cop watch your own step you're moving like a clown
Talk let them talkin' thats human right
Gunman mean comes ambush dont even fight
Who me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
Please me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
God create them and you killed them
And you backed them against the wall
God create them and you killed them
And you backed them against the wall
God create them
You killed them
You backed them against the wall
Let them talk let them sing let them rap let them jam
Let them please just do express themselfes Mr Don
You are scared he gets too strong and you know that you are wrong
You just dont get it just together we are strong
Seems like your inside is hollow blood deps on your back
One will always follow you its Buju the mack
Murderer it is yelling in your brain
The music ll take it back to you 'till you drop insane
Well God only knows how it will go on
And thats the part where I wanna close this song
And thats the part where I wanna close this song
Who me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
God create them and you killed them
And you backed them against the wall
God create them and you killed them
And you backed them against the wall
God create them
You killed them
You backed them against the wall
Who me a be nu do nu kill no more musician
Who nunnu hear me se nu kill no more musician
Who me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
Please me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
What a nice sweet island a dream of a place,
And when it come to music is a hell of a race
Me na stop telling you nuff dj's there around
The people them they like the music and the boomy sound
Till one of them makes some money and hits the charts
And now I m telling you honey the nasty part
Them a shoot you down there when you try to be on top
Murderer, he knocked you out Mr Cop
Peter Tosh, Garnet Silk, Tenasaw to name a few
And one fucked up fellow shot Panhead and that's true
Who me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
Please me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
R.E.A.L.I.T.Y on the radio they list them up
Wheter witness, lawyer, business man or DJ all got shot
Everyday ten or more, them got knocked on the floor
And those that do it they need money 'cause they're poor
Them a have a special court down there if you mess with a gun
If you once got stuck in there forget it man your done
But still nowbody controls that wicked shooting down
Mr Cop watch your own step you're moving like a clown
Talk let them talkin' thats human right
Gunman mean comes ambush dont even fight
Who me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
Please me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
God create them and you killed them
And you backed them against the wall
God create them and you killed them
And you backed them against the wall
God create them
You killed them
You backed them against the wall
Let them talk let them sing let them rap let them jam
Let them please just do express themselfes Mr Don
You are scared he gets too strong and you know that you are wrong
You just dont get it just together we are strong
Seems like your inside is hollow blood deps on your back
One will always follow you its Buju the mack
Murderer it is yelling in your brain
The music ll take it back to you 'till you drop insane
Well God only knows how it will go on
And thats the part where I wanna close this song
And thats the part where I wanna close this song
Who me a beg nu do nu kill no more musician
God create them and you killed them
And you backed them against the wall
God create them and you killed them
And you backed them against the wall
God create them
You killed them
You backed them against the wall
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriella In-albon, Giuseppe Coppola, Moritz Von Korff
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