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Buss head Lee Milla You see we killers Anything a anything, dem try but will never win A holocaust when we go war Dawgs weh me par with a real murderer We no take diss, we'll lef' you 'pon the tar Know sup'm but me nah tell you (hey) But anyone a dem likkle pussy yah make the mistake, feel brave Run upon me make me spent shell you We never say we untouchable, no say you cyaan do your thing But your head haffi go shape like jello (mash) Walk up neat 'pon the pussy with me gun under me arm Murder you then me murder you fellow (oosh) Crime scene tape off yellow when the dawgs dem pass through Nobody no live, we expel you Chatting and the lipping a no my thing Me just waan know say dem no hurt no hair 'pon my skin Me pray me youth no get retribution fi my sin When everybody after you head it hard fi do the right thing, damn Day before him strong we go surprise him (damn) Him never get fi see the cake, much less the icing (damn) Pull up with the intratec and tranquillize him Dem should a know fi war with me and me dawgs a suicide thing Dark and wicked, never soft, man rigid Should a see him face how him get bummy and timid We hop out a the Probox and catch the fool a play scrimmage Four piece to him chest and ball game finish No weh no deh fi your hide, no corner, no crevice Anyweh you go we find you, it no hard, no physics Hype dem a live after rasclaat gimmicks But every enemy a go get diminish Dawg me nah tell you Say anyone a dem likkle pussy yah make the mistake, feel brave Run upon me make me spent shell you We never say we untouchable, no say you cyaan do your thing But your head haffi go shape like jello (mash) Walk up neat 'pon the pussy with me gun under me arm Murder you then me murder your fellow Crime scene tape off yellow when the dawgs dem pass through Nobody no live, we expel you Load the Glock, circle the block fi make a attack Anything weh loose out 'pon the front we just a leggo shot Sitt'n haffi drop, no me nah go waste me gas Same thing dem would a pree fi do we if we did a lapse And we no care weh a guy waan pree We no business who you be no man no badda than we Buck who one away? Feel me no got it on me? Fuck around and you gon' see (Yo, Lee) We step up inna dem scheme, is a murder scene Man a halla, wha' do him? Think a gyal a scream Every man weh did a hype and a chat tuff Lift up run lef' him when me a clap the 19 And we no care weh a guy waan pree We no business who you be no man no badda than we Buck who one away? Feel me no got it on me? Fuck around and you gon' see Know me nah tell you But anyone a dem likkle pussy yah make the mistake, feel brave Run upon me make me spent shell you We never say we untouchable, no say you cyaan do your thing But your head haffi go shape like jello (mash) Walk up neat 'pon the pussy with me gun under me arm Murder you then me murder your fellow Crime scene tape off yellow when the dawgs dem pass through Nobody no live, we expel you
Writer(s): Leonandre St Anthony Miller, Cerine Gordon, Shavrine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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