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Blood on Di Streetz Video (MV)




Performed By: Don Yute
Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: DON YUTE, Jason Williams
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Don Yute - Blood on Di Streetz Lyrics




Blood On Di Streetz

Open up yuh eyes an dun
Stop shot yuh bredda wid gun
Jah jah sey, love alone it welcome
A Don yute dem

Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a bother dem
Wol heap
Di story, so sticky too deep
Why yuh bother sell your soul
So cheap

Can't eat, Can't sleep
Oonu fi stop bloodin up
These streetz,
Yuh think mi never see it,
A you pop it off and squeeze

Yuh have di man pon him knees
Begging for him life
Oh please
Yuh left people a weep
Di mother and har two Pickney
A judgment

Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a bother dem
Wol heap,
Di story too sticky, it so deep
Why badda sell yuh soul
So cheap

Dem hype up themselves an gwaan like,
Dem seh dem a de boss
Never like dem,
And di same dirty friend wey
Him par wid,
A him buss off him skull dis morning

Him never stop, Him never know
When fi pause it
Him start, Him start clap
And applauding
Seh Him have him long rifle
And anytime Him buss dat
All di dawg ago stifle..

Him
Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a bother dem
Wol heap
Di Story too sticky, so deep
Why yuh badda sell yuh soul
So cheap, eeh
Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a badda dem
Wol heap
Story so sticky, it too deep
Why you badda sell yuh soul
So cheap


Why you bother sell yuh soul
So cheap
Please stop bloodin up
These streetz

Mi know you bad,mi know u wicked
And yuh evil
Yuh noh care,yuh noh romp
Fi murder people
And yuh sey yuh a di wickedess ting
If I was you, i woulda gwaan
Hail de king
But, wol a Thunder and a lightening
Mi know when it get dark, it get frightening
When di cold sweat a buss
Yuh nuh know who fi trust
That's why you shoulda do the
Right thing

Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a bother dem
Wol heap
Di story so sticky, it too steep
Why you bother sell yuh soul
So cheap

A who boost you, a who turn you up
Tek a judgment
Mek me burn you up
Modern vampires
That's what you are
Slew mi ago slew dem
From near and far

Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a badda dem
Wol heap
Di story too sticky, it so deep
Why you bother sell your soul
So cheap
Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a bother dem
Wol heap
Please stop bloodin up
These streetz
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English

Blood On Di Streetz

Open up yuh eyes an dun
Stop shot yuh bredda wid gun
Jah jah sey, love alone it welcome
A Don yute dem

Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a bother dem
Wol heap
Di story, so sticky too deep
Why yuh bother sell your soul
So cheap

Can't eat, Can't sleep
Oonu fi stop bloodin up
These streetz,
Yuh think mi never see it,
A you pop it off and squeeze

Yuh have di man pon him knees
Begging for him life
Oh please
Yuh left people a weep
Di mother and har two Pickney
A judgment

Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a bother dem
Wol heap,
Di story too sticky, it so deep
Why badda sell yuh soul
So cheap

Dem hype up themselves an gwaan like,
Dem seh dem a de boss
Never like dem,
And di same dirty friend wey
Him par wid,
A him buss off him skull dis morning

Him never stop, Him never know
When fi pause it
Him start, Him start clap
And applauding
Seh Him have him long rifle
And anytime Him buss dat
All di dawg ago stifle..

Him
Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a bother dem
Wol heap
Di Story too sticky, so deep
Why yuh badda sell yuh soul
So cheap, eeh
Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a badda dem
Wol heap
Story so sticky, it too deep
Why you badda sell yuh soul
So cheap


Why you bother sell yuh soul
So cheap
Please stop bloodin up
These streetz

Mi know you bad,mi know u wicked
And yuh evil
Yuh noh care,yuh noh romp
Fi murder people
And yuh sey yuh a di wickedess ting
If I was you, i woulda gwaan
Hail de king
But, wol a Thunder and a lightening
Mi know when it get dark, it get frightening
When di cold sweat a buss
Yuh nuh know who fi trust
That's why you shoulda do the
Right thing

Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a bother dem
Wol heap
Di story so sticky, it too steep
Why you bother sell yuh soul
So cheap

A who boost you, a who turn you up
Tek a judgment
Mek me burn you up
Modern vampires
That's what you are
Slew mi ago slew dem
From near and far

Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a badda dem
Wol heap
Di story too sticky, it so deep
Why you bother sell your soul
So cheap
Can't eat, Can't sleep
Conscience a bother dem
Wol heap
Please stop bloodin up
These streetz
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Writer: DON YUTE, Jason Williams
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