Hazard Masicka
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[Intro]
Everything a run out yah dis
Mi have couple old gun, couple gun outta criss
Somebody haffi lay down pon di ground out yah quick (boom)
Buss out yuh head & go bun out a spliff (Ahh)
Everything a run outta dis
Mi have couple old gun, couple gun out yah criss
Body haffi lay down pon di ground out yah quick
'Ey TJ, put di matic pon replay
[Verse 1]
Pop it off & mek di Glock scream, leff yuh block clean
Man a stand up, cuh di track team, shell a drop steam
Casket, annuh dat fi him, body bag fi him
Mi no cirlce yaad fi murder fridge, neither flat screen
Head a buss, no fire strap lean, wake up back fi him
Man a dead before di cops see him, copper shot clean
Who say dem smart fi lock strap, betta lock in when mi pull a just face, flat scene (Yah hear me?)
[Chorus]
Wah gwaan? Might frighten yuh big pussy gyal a yuh yaad but yuh no scare me doh (Mi have it, mi have it)
Mi have mi gun & mi wi clap it innah face mi no play like radiooo
Everywhere mi go, mi have it up everywhere mi gooo
And mi no fire bloodclaat wild bines (boom) a inna brain mi know
[Verse 2]
Shot a rip up dem flesh, ye boy body just a kick up the trigga under pressure (Ahh)
Mi full dem clit ya wid pleasure, head a buss a funeral suit a fit & a measure
Pull up a mi block & mi no like see di stranger, 'ey boy who you? You know the rifle a danger
Buss it innah face a you life wi a aim fa
A funeral no hospital cuz bill dem a pay fa (Ahh)
Everything a run out yah dis
Mi have couple old gun, couple gun outta criss
Somebody haffi lay down pon di ground out yah quick (boom)
Buss out yuh head & go bun out a spliff (Ahh)
Everything a run outta dis
Mi have couple old gun, couple gun out yah criss
Body haffi lay down pon di ground out yah quick
'Ey TJ, put di matic pon replay
[Verse 1]
Pop it off & mek di Glock scream, leff yuh block clean
Man a stand up, cuh di track team, shell a drop steam
Casket, annuh dat fi him, body bag fi him
Mi no cirlce yaad fi murder fridge, neither flat screen
Head a buss, no fire strap lean, wake up back fi him
Man a dead before di cops see him, copper shot clean
Who say dem smart fi lock strap, betta lock in when mi pull a just face, flat scene (Yah hear me?)
[Chorus]
Wah gwaan? Might frighten yuh big pussy gyal a yuh yaad but yuh no scare me doh (Mi have it, mi have it)
Mi have mi gun & mi wi clap it innah face mi no play like radiooo
Everywhere mi go, mi have it up everywhere mi gooo
And mi no fire bloodclaat wild bines (boom) a inna brain mi know
[Verse 2]
Shot a rip up dem flesh, ye boy body just a kick up the trigga under pressure (Ahh)
Mi full dem clit ya wid pleasure, head a buss a funeral suit a fit & a measure
Pull up a mi block & mi no like see di stranger, 'ey boy who you? You know the rifle a danger
Buss it innah face a you life wi a aim fa
A funeral no hospital cuz bill dem a pay fa (Ahh)
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