Sizzla - Reason for Love lyrics

Man a Rasta, shata
Him oh fire and nobody enter
Them troop shoot them run
Like them playa's oprah
They know me kingdom
Make em scream like em see em opera
They smoke em weed
Love em green like em grasshopper
Man ah, drink a bottle of crystal
And baby Ana Baka but dnt think man slip
Hima dreadda wat the picture wanta
Man a getin money
Get tha bread to him bout stoppa
Youngmoney done done fly like em helicopter
U really wanna know wat goes in a nigga fofo
Bulletshot found on the street
I'm yellow dem voko
The president try and take him buy me
Blow me bloco
Who? Rastafarian juky gat them jump jump
(ya ya ya) flying uptown and kill tha man


Wen dey for rumble
Man a murder kid, for they mother
Aunty and uncle
Man keeping me eye, in the rope
We play ay to if em playa ay to me
Then we go up in the done blow

Itz Ana poppin don't sulting nobody
No no no stoppin boy, ya'll see me jumpin
No no no yackin no no no yackin
Actin up with a jumpin yah
I'm da loafin 4 rockin
I'm da verse, up in mere factor words
Boy ya'll little
Make we shoot you off tha face of the earth
Concerned, oh to mah
Look how things turn out
Gang firm out, na their house
Them place gon burn out
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaang- star
Me no take no charge bout me
Ready 4 da run star
Oh really, don't be leaky
Ain't no pussies, but them bitches
Ain't no movie, ain't no comics
And no CNN, don't be greedy
You dare not hear this song posted in a CD
No mess with a mercy, less you can't steal it
But be pretty

And they actin oh body see the giving where
The only reason why them bogus living
Ain't no way down, please stay down
Let them stay down
Put them in a woodbox be laid down

Pussy ass nigga don't talk to me
I make this bitch bring your heart to me
I'm only 5 '8 and ya'll short to me
And ya'll movement look like a
Slim path to me
Your girlfriend opens up her pussy to me
And if she gimme brain, she smart to me
Pumpin ass niggas don't bark at me
Itz da big dog, call me Mr orca please
Turn your block into a restaurant
Order and leave
What are u havin? Organs please!
And we stay strapped like Jordan's beat
And we in tha sermon like Bread Dithery
Ha and I'm lockin with Marlon G
And we fkin so much, we could hardly breath
This other niggas flow is hard to leave
And I'm concrete with this Carter 3

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, gaaaanng-star
Man a take no child from me
Stop lookin at me and stop

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, gaaaanng-star
Man a take no child from me
Stop lookin at me and stop
Yessir, T -street
Bang bang back in tha building
They call me streets, so call me streets
If u call on reach, I'm on the streets
And I'm hungry like a dog on unleash
But I'm a tiger, and a dog is a feast
And I see through the fog in the trees
Because the nigga makes a logs and leaves
I walk through the jungle with
A lion on my sleeve i need a money donor
Cause I'm dying to resist
I know mama gat her eyes on her seed
Therefore, I never stop, I just proceed
Their eyes make the peace hard to read
But it says, "why I'm not leave

And they actin oh body see the giving where
The only reason why them bogus living
Ain't no way down, please stay down
Let them stay down
Put them in a woodbox be laid down

We killin em softly we killin em softly
And man em hustle like a dog
And have keep police them off me
Pistol in da trunk
And the baby in da car seat
Drive fast lane, with them eyeball glassy
And about the hour
Him a heading to the money
Take your coughin baby
Give the baby back to mommy
Peer gunshot, shoot him below to him tommy
Bat the man down, boy, I'm shit around party
Party up, party up, they put the panty up
Sure gat the AK up
Him a shoot the building up
We kill them softly, we kill them softly
He make bad girl them for want me
Want me in tha storm ay
My girl she need me, my girl she want me
Because me reppin youngmoney, me youngmoney