Aidonia, Suhverto - Wi Sick lyrics

Splash away jOP mi say

Tell dem mi bad anyweh, but Uptown a my own
Rifle a clap, eagle a fly down
Di devil, him a run from pebble inna gun
Slap it inna face, bwoy bury inna ground
Twelve Lane, Spanish Town, chop out your head
Clap out the lead, face shot out you're dead
War cut or fly through brain
Dem cyaan tek mi endz, mi no shooting range

Rifle bust, rapid inna face
MAC-11 grains slap inna your ears
Trigger press, gun inna mi hand
Not inna mi waist
Aim, mi no shoot if you're not inna mi range
You no see seh a dead man dem?
March wid di 'K and di A1 dem
Anyweh we see dem, we step pon dem
Dem a bawl when bullet a rain pon dem
We sick

When big 'matic shub out
Bwoy head bust off of body
And cyaan come back
Di bwoy dem a run fi retreat
And a call up cops
But mi will give di law gunshot
'Cause when we squeeze, bwoy must drop
Brain top of the street when the Taurus clap
Bwoy dead with ease, body gone Dovecot
Rass guns we breeze, di warhead clutch back
Mi no shoot up fence and give wall gunshot
Clap it up inna dem head
And mek dem fall down, drop
Mi no form up trap, mi no war with chat
Di warhead clap, your hardhead forehead crack
Now di war get hot, now mi wanted hot
Fi di egg
Mi shell out inna di scarred egg pot
One Haskell shot, mek yuh start swell fat
None of mi and mi friend dem nah dead back

Mi rifle bust, rapid inna face
MAC-11 grains slap inna your ears
Trigger press, gun inna mi hand
Not inna mi waist
Aim, mi no shoot if you're not inna mi range
You no see seh a dead man dem?
March wid di 'K and di A1 dem
Anyweh we see dem, we step pon dem
Dem a bawl when bullet a rain pon dem
We sick

Head shot, the best shot, heart two in chin
Rifle binds fly through him skin
Walk up close range pon the pussy every
Time the trigger pull it spin
People dead when we doing things
The Millennium Pro 40 Caliber
Hammer cock rolling pin anuh screw in thing
What a cruel sin
Face shot, dem cyaan mek out who is him
Copper blue him skin
Mi squeezing di strap 'til it feeling hot
Head buss, doctor cyaan mek di bleeding stop
Bwoy breathing stop like a leaf, him drop
Him stiff like yuh poison a feeding cat
Head a spin like fan inna di ceiling top
One rifle shot mek inna three piece, him drop
Head buss wid three big shot
Now dem vex how di peace did stop

Rifle bust, rapid inna face
MAC-11 grains slap inna your ears
Trigger press, gun inna mi hand
Not inna mi waist
Aim, mi no shoot if you're not inna mi range
You no see seh a dead man dem?
March wid di 'K and di A1 dem
Anyweh we see dem, we step pon dem
Dem a bawl when bullet a rain pon dem
We sick

Lord Evil suhverto
JOP sick!
Yo, Stephen a the boss yo, Big Ship
Di Genius! Jamaica a our place
Nah laugh with the road jOP
Size 10 say, none smile yo Deablo
Sho-kryme yo zambi tan so
Yuh zimmie crime image
Sick