Woman hold her head and cry 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died From a stray bullet Explaining to her was a passerby Who saw the woman cry (cry) How can she work it out Now she knows that the wages of sin is death, yeah! Gift of Jah

She knows how to work them cut off things She knows how to get me to do about anything How to bat those eyes, swing them hips, how to rock that cherry red lipstick She knows I can't say no It's seven a.m. baby Trying to catch up on a little sleep Its way

She's got that true blood Show me what your working with I think she's got that true blood Every time you're 'round I can smell it in you I come around and raise the hell out of you It's that demon, it's so mean, that's got me screaming Make me wanna