Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murda Practice, artist - VYBZ Kartel. Date of issue: 12.01.2018
Song language: English
Murda Practice |
| 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 |
| 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 |