Vybz Kartel - Murda Practice lyrics

Stephen-ism, evil-ism
A nuh me set it so, me born come see it
If you not tough
You will dead inna the bloodclaat
Dead inna the bloodclaat
Dead inna the bloodclaat street

That's why me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it, me buss
Buss it, me buss it, me buss it, buss it
Me buss
That's why me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it
Yeah, me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it, me buss

You mister pussyhole, you can't drape this
All when a me alone, you can't box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight murder we practice

Me catch the pussyhole, dem a gamble
Shot a fire
Skin a catch a fire like a candle
Me buss the Glock till the clip
Drop out a the handle
All a who no drop, dem haffi scramble
Me lef' dead body, buss chain, cellphone
One, one foot a shoes, couple ring
Couple bundle
Gyal a bawl, say she bredda dead
(whoa) , too much fi handle
Me knock it, mektheme squaddy see
Watch it Mister Campbell mhm hm
Me nyam dem food like chicken a Bojangle
Mhm hm
Look inna guy eye when him a get strangle
Dawgie and people no tangle
McKinley shot the plane out out a
Sky 'cross the Gaza triangle

You mister pussyhole, you can't drape this
All when a me alone, you can't box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight murder we practice

Dem bwoy deh fi know we have the world lock
We mek dem keep funeral
We mek dem world black
Walk out with the rifle dem weh
Taller than me girl frock
Dem blood a wet up road
The marrow fly weh 'pon a bird back
That's the way the rifle with the
Clip weh have the curve act
It mek dem ends get empty
D'even weed a sell 'pon your block
Da artist a no pussy
Me a murderer like Murdock
Me link New Kidz a Brook Valley
And Baby Cham a Sherlock
Mhm hm, before me step me ask
"Trudy where the herb at?" mhm hm
Skin a go smoke like ganja when you burn that
The bwoy try fi diss and see
Me gun and try fi run
But if a the station you run in
A inna the station me a turn that

You mister pussyhole, you can't drape this
All when a me alone, you can't box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight murder we practice
You mister pussyhole, you can't drape this
All when a me alone, you can't box this
Tell your big thick friend
Me nah knock fist, me nah knock fist

That's why me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it, me buss
Buss it, me buss it, me buss it, buss it
Me buss
That's why me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it
Yeah, me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it, me buss

You mister pussyhole, you can't drape this
All when a me alone, you can't box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight murder we practice

Me catch the pussyhole, dem a gamble
Shot a fire
Skin a catch a fire like a candle
Me buss the Glock till the clip
Drop out a the handle
All a who no drop, dem haffi scramble
Me lef' dead body, buss chain, cellphone
One, one foot a shoes, couple ring
Couple bundle
Gyal a bawl, say she bredda dead
(whoa) , too much fi handle
Me knock it, mektheme squaddy see
Watch it Mister Campbell mhm hm
Me nyam dem food like chicken a Bojangle
Mhm hm
Look inna guy eye when him a get strangle
Dawgie and people no tangle
McKinley shot the plane out out a
Sky 'cross the Gaza triangle

You mister pussyhole, you can't drape this
All when a me alone, you can't box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight murder we practice
You mister pussyhole, you can't drape this
All when a me alone, you can't box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight murder we practice

A nuh me set it so, me born come see it
If you not tough
You will dead inna the bloodclaat
Dead inna the bloodclaat
Dead inna the bloodclaat street
A now me set it so, me born come see it
If you not tough
You will dead inna the bloodclaat
Dead inna the bloodclaat
Dead inna the bloodclaat street

Stephen, a wha' do some bwoy? Eh
Stephen-ism, evil-ism