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Masicka ft. Paco General - Mr Death Lyrics


Dem nuh know bout badness yet

Dem just don't know
Only bad behind the Mic inna di studio
Me pull up a heckle and kotch
And tell him fi fit it up back
And him a ask me weh dis fi go

Gun pon me belly every weh a go me go
From you dis, a dead you man
And everybody know
Real-life murder me thing a never show
Real-life murder me thing a never show

Me see man a talk tuff but me hold me calm
From the hammer lick the pin bredda
You know weh gwan
We fire corn and fold up
The amount a soul weh gone
Wet dem up you know the storm
The boy fi kill we dog
Dat nuh sure fi born
Bag a man a dead, we full a corn
Like we own the farm
Slam it inna head, boy turn off cah the chrome is on
Squeeze the trigger soh till aoll me index finga bone deformed
Paco General go kill dem off and thats the only plan

Dem nuh know bout badness yet
Dem just don't know
Only bad behind the Mic inna di studio
Me pull up a heckle and kotch
And tell him fi fit it up back
And him a ask me weh dis fi go

Gun pon me belly every weh a go me go
From you dis, a dead you man
And everybody know
Real life murder me thing a never show
Real life murder me thing a never show

When dis rise believe it
Don't badda feel me nah squeeze it
So easy man a beat it
Boy dem a look dem caah believe
Dem a send threat, cheakmate too late
Him don just get wet
Him spot the rake and run gone fi him gun
And dead before him reach it

Shot a
fly like Jetblue
Fly tru vest, fly tru chest too
Him join the back a the line fi dead
And him a di first one get tru
Him fren dem dead too
We run mister dead crew
Boy dem a shuffle like card

Dem nuh know bout badness yet
Dem just don't know
Only bad behind the Mic inna di studio
Me pull up a heckle and kotch
And tell him fi fit it up back
And him a ask me weh dis fi go

Gun pon me belly every weh a go me go
From you dis, a dead you man
And everybody know
Real-life murder me thing a never show
Real-life murder me thing a never show

Kill dem one one
Country I, tell dem gang bang
Dynass dress up like madman
And creep up pon dem bang bang bang
Drizzle dress like business man
Link up screw dem and vision
Mastermind just set the plan
Wid di deh wah line each gang

No crafish, dem a crawfish
Every man slack off when me pop off dis
Why you stop smile
Take you last breathe
Closed casket and none a dem nuh know wah cause it

Dem nuh know bout badness yet
Dem just don't know
Only bad behind the Mic inna di studio
Me pull up a heckle and kotch
And tell him fi fit it up back
And him a ask me weh dis fi go

Gun pon me belly every weh a go me go
From you dis, a dead you man
And everybody know
Real life murder me thing a never show
Real life murder me thing a never show

Me bad from the early stages of the embreo
Niper tun over the bufflo
Nyam him breakfast pon him owna patio
When mister dead ring you phone
Beg you do, nuh say hello


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