Masicka - Dem Ago Dead lyrics
Masicka [Javaun Nicholas Fearon] Jamaica
[Masicka - Dem Ago Dead lyrics]
So who gas dem up
From dem diss the don dem ago dead man
You know the thing go
Who gas dem up? Come wi go buss the cylinder
Mathic in a lap dawg half crack the window
Wi nuh fly kick in a chest mi nuh ninja
Whole a the strength in a mi index finger
Buss the cylinder, colder than winter
Simple as you si mi dawg
Mi never left the intro
Tek weh dem life yo could
A faster than the sprinter
Puy a joke yo tek badman thing fa?
Buss the cylinder, tan in a yo bed
Trigger haffi sub mi kick one in a yo head
Cut the fuckery
From yo dis the don you a go dead
Dem find yo body without the hand
Without the head
Buss the cylinder, things get dread
O357 left yo thinner than a thread
Run off yo mouth in a yo skin mi fire led
Somebody buy fish, somebody buy a bread
A nine night
From you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
(lickle bwoyy)
Likkle bwoy try fk round the system
And love party fi kill dem a quick kill
Yo si the Glock 32 a mi inkin
That a bore people face and a strip skin
Mi seh the puy dem fake like lipsing
And waan cow mi down
Mi gun a fire, guneriah a dem only gun
Drive by pon dem endz and as dem hold the gun
All who ahold a vibes haffi hold the ground
From you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
(lickle bwoyy)
In a yo face mi run mi 3 star
Wi nuh run joke clown yo mussi waan bat fly
Ghost town feel like you a king
Puy we buss the most cloud
Suh gwaan joke round till wi
Buss yo throat clown
Run him down, gun him down
In a yo face man empty da tek deh
Nothing nuh nice like when bwoy
Feel dem get weh
From you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
(lickle bwoyy)
Who gas dem up? Come wi go buss the cylinder
Mathic in a lap dawg half crack the window
Wi nuh fly kick in a chest mi nuh ninja
Whole a the strength in a mi index finger
Buss the cylinder, colder than winter
Simple as you si mi dawg
Mi never left the intro
Tek weh dem life yo could
A faster than the sprinter
Puy a joke yo tek badman thing fa?
Buss the cylinder, tan in a yo bed
Trigger haffi sub mi kick one in a yo head
Cut the fuckery
From yo dis the don you a go dead
Dem find yo body without the hand
Without the head
Buss the cylinder, things get dread
O357 left yo thinner than a thread
Run off yo mouth in a yo skin mi fire led
Somebody buy fish, somebody buy a bread
A nine night
From dem diss the don dem ago dead man
You know the thing go
Who gas dem up? Come wi go buss the cylinder
Mathic in a lap dawg half crack the window
Wi nuh fly kick in a chest mi nuh ninja
Whole a the strength in a mi index finger
Buss the cylinder, colder than winter
Simple as you si mi dawg
Mi never left the intro
Tek weh dem life yo could
A faster than the sprinter
Puy a joke yo tek badman thing fa?
Buss the cylinder, tan in a yo bed
Trigger haffi sub mi kick one in a yo head
Cut the fuckery
From yo dis the don you a go dead
Dem find yo body without the hand
Without the head
Buss the cylinder, things get dread
O357 left yo thinner than a thread
Run off yo mouth in a yo skin mi fire led
Somebody buy fish, somebody buy a bread
A nine night
From you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
(lickle bwoyy)
Likkle bwoy try fk round the system
And love party fi kill dem a quick kill
Yo si the Glock 32 a mi inkin
That a bore people face and a strip skin
Mi seh the puy dem fake like lipsing
And waan cow mi down
Mi gun a fire, guneriah a dem only gun
Drive by pon dem endz and as dem hold the gun
All who ahold a vibes haffi hold the ground
From you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
(lickle bwoyy)
In a yo face mi run mi 3 star
Wi nuh run joke clown yo mussi waan bat fly
Ghost town feel like you a king
Puy we buss the most cloud
Suh gwaan joke round till wi
Buss yo throat clown
Run him down, gun him down
In a yo face man empty da tek deh
Nothing nuh nice like when bwoy
Feel dem get weh
From you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
(lickle bwoyy)
Who gas dem up? Come wi go buss the cylinder
Mathic in a lap dawg half crack the window
Wi nuh fly kick in a chest mi nuh ninja
Whole a the strength in a mi index finger
Buss the cylinder, colder than winter
Simple as you si mi dawg
Mi never left the intro
Tek weh dem life yo could
A faster than the sprinter
Puy a joke yo tek badman thing fa?
Buss the cylinder, tan in a yo bed
Trigger haffi sub mi kick one in a yo head
Cut the fuckery
From yo dis the don you a go dead
Dem find yo body without the hand
Without the head
Buss the cylinder, things get dread
O357 left yo thinner than a thread
Run off yo mouth in a yo skin mi fire led
Somebody buy fish, somebody buy a bread
A nine night