Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Royal Blu
Royal Blu
Lead Vocals
Runkus
Runkus
Performer
Aundre Edwards
Aundre Edwards
Keyboards
Romario Bennett
Romario Bennett
Electric Guitar
Randy "Tromboklaut" Fletcher
Randy "Tromboklaut" Fletcher
Trombone
Deshaun Fletcher
Deshaun Fletcher
Saxophone
Okiel McIntyre
Okiel McIntyre
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean-Michael Francis
Sean-Michael Francis
Songwriter
Keron Alexander
Keron Alexander
Songwriter
Aundre Edwards
Aundre Edwards
Songwriter
Romario Bennett
Romario Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Runkus
Runkus
Producer
RiddimBoss
RiddimBoss
Producer
Keron Alexander
Keron Alexander
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

9 1 1
Weh mi say? 
Spanish Town him come from, him a gunman 
Do no pass the place you represent 
Anybody diss, ah dysfunction 
Ah no coppa if you never have no sense 
You've got 9 ways to die now
And there's just 1 way fi find out
I don't see 1 thing fi smile bout 
So anyhow mi take di crime route
I beg you don't call di police pon me
No call di police pon me 
Ah who call di police pon me? 
No call di police pon me
Don't call di police pon me
No call di police pon me 
Ah who call di police pon me? 
No call di police pon me
Spanish Town him come from, him a gunman
Him no really care bout evidence 
Inna head it ago shoot and cause a ruption 
Ah no camera this, a different kinda lens 
Think bout it 
Di place mi grow, them buss you head and them no think bout it 
Them celebrate and light a spliff and have a drink bout it
So with this industry, them think it have a ting bout it? 
Mi no flinch bout it 
Mi live round it
You sing bout it 
Music mek mi escape mi reality 
DE, SKs, like classroom inna colleges 
16s and 38 is a countdown if you adding it
Ah di big dreams and nuff faith mek we navigate them politics
So if you see mi nonchalant 
Is not because mi ignorant
You just no overstand di half 
Ah di narrowest path
You haffi get familiar with di shadow after dark 
Spanish Town him come from, him a gunman 
Do no pass the place you represent 
Anybody diss, ah dysfunction 
Ah no coppa if you never have no sense 
You've got 9 ways to die now
And there's just 1 way fi find out
I don't see 1 thing fi smile bout 
So anyhow mi take di crime route
Ah beg you don't call di police pon me
Them shot di sherif and di deputy 
Someone pray for me
I risk my life each time I try to go out 
I hope the ones we've lost all rest in peace 
Please watch over we
Before I sign my life over to the gun 
Yeah, oi!
Shallow grave or gold coffin
You die twice if you follow them programming 
We all crying out for help
Help from we self
Whether you call - call somebody else 
Till you call di hearse 
Someone call di hearse 
Someone call di hearse 
Someone call di nurse 
Now call di church 
Now call
Written by: Aundre Edwards, Keron Alexander, Romario Bennett, Sean-Michael Francis
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