Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not a Badness, artist - Tommy Lee Sparta. Date of issue: 02.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Not a Badness |
| Ready fi circle dem with a tall clip |
| Little crayfish swear seh dem a artist |
| A me you cyaan diss, gunpoint me nah miss |
| That a no badness, hold on, weh you call this? |
| These banana clips no sell a market |
| Badness you a chuck youth, better you park it |
| See him 'pon a plane and 'fraid fi pass me |
| Bwoy could as all, want piss and cyaan piss |
| Sparta, no rifle we no shorter |
| Nowhere else no full a gun like Gaza |
| Teach dem a lesson, shot long like marker |
| Find out 'pon the border dem deh a gi' brawta |
| Create another disaster |
| Cyaan Ricochet, goal keeper me a kick off a |
| See him 'pon a stage, performance dry |
| So dem buss him forehead with a bottle a water |
| So you can gwaan act, not a bad, so gwaan chat |
| Uzi 'pon rapid, clap it, me nah stop |
| Fully auto the same mass shot off lox |
| Vultures and maggots feed 'pon your carcass |
| So weh you call that? |
| Not a badness |
| Me want fi know weh you call that, hmm-mmm |
| A weh you call that |
| Me want fi know weh you call that, hmm-mmm |
| Me nah thump out, pull me guns out |
| Squeeze the trigger, alive rounds a pump out |
| See him 'pon the plane as him hear me name |
| You want see him a try pull the window fi jump out |
| How him seh him bad? |
| as him seh me him punk out |
| Shaky! |
| like him did deh 'pon some coke |
| So me know seh dem fear man |
| Dawg, as the plane land, door fly, road runner run out |
| Nah do no crime, too fucking lie |
| Which four rifle? |
| Four catapult him buy |
| Me run in 'pon a endz, everybody a die |
| Before him apologize, full him up a hollow point |
| Crate a evoke like sparrow, a so marrow a fly |
| When the Thompson a fire 50 carbine |
| Dem a sing 'bout gun weh dem have and a hide |
| And when the guns out war start dem cyaan find |
| So weh you call that? |
| Not a badness |
| Me want fi know weh you call that, hmm-mmm |
| Now weh you call that |
| Me want fi know weh you call that |
| Me nah wait till the nine night over |
| Walk out bare face, rifle 'pon shoulder |
| War get dread, kill the coke smoker |
| Everybody weh frass, dem haffi get sober |
| Full a tricks like poker, evil like joker |
| Militancy kill everybody, Sparta soldier |
| When the clip dem empty time fi the forensic |
| Road full of lox, see piece a the nose yah |
| Boast 'bout three kill and never kill a man |
| How dem a tell lie? |
| And a put it inna song |
| Me pull back the hammer inna forehead shot a slam |
| Blood a run a marathon, dem yah matic yah no jam |
| Ever strap, ever have a gun inna me position |
| Glock inna me hand, fling a bottle bomb inna the van |
| Kill dem a the Spartan tradition |
| You cyaan be a, kill dem, kill dem |
| A the Spartan tradition |
| So weh you call that |
| Gun man a weh you call that |
| Joke thing dem |
| A weh you call that |
| Me nah lie |
| Me a murder |
| Hmmm-mmm, Sparta |