Masicka - Grandfather EXPLICIT
Hear me a say enuh, me grandson
Weh you say, grandfather?
Me waan show you how badness work inna my time
We do things different, you see it?
Watch a style
A gwaan show you how we deal with people
You hear that?
A informer dem, yah so dem talk plenty
Lif' up the belly a the beast weh carry half century
Mek a juve' buss him head weh barely pass 20
Bines a rip up your Gucci, buss up your dawg Fendi
We full a metal like a welder, we no do carpentry
Whole a dem a tun on, 'mount a back up when the Sarge sen' fi
Solid that a lick inna farid, you nah fall gently
Man a drop and we no care, you know we heart empty
Short man walk down with a spinnaz, what a rass entry
But the juvenile dem safe, we nah [?]
No wild shot, draw him out, cah we waan dem see
See big man a bawl, 'nobody cyaan help me'
Gunman a bawl fi Jah to how this a claat healthy
Bwoy think say dem safe cah dem boss wealthy
Waan see him buy him back, pussy gwaan tempt we
Bury dem 'round deh so man, something pass Senti
Me grandson, we no buy shot fi waste it
Strap with a old .14, back to basic
Trigger happy, any pussy me spot, me erase it
Nah kill no woman, gi' her the cock fi taste it
Gun bag cyaan get no strap, me play sick
Bare murderers out without the basic
Guns out, you see dem house? Me a go shake it
Family a run up and down, dem haffi stay fit
Grandson, you hear dem talkin' 'bout the 'K kick? (Yeah)
'Bout dem mek brain fly like a spaceship?
Dem a go end up like Jack 'pon the same ship
Titanic sinking, me point and me aim it
So tru you think you bleach your face, you tough?
Tru you grow inna the place, you think you're rough?
Without the thousand man dem' fraid, a no the first
And if me buck you one a way your jelly buss
Watch yah, a gun bag, dem just start do the dust
We rough from bottle-boom, a one pop, you know the stuff
We go fi bwoy, and if me nah've no car, me wul the bus
Me dress up like me going to work, a [?] me wul you first
Me pop it off, a nothing pretty, me know it rust
Shake up the city, death is a must
A no killer, dem a licky-licky, easy fi flush
Weh you know you just go trick him Nicky, bring him to dust
Getting old now me youth, soon gone
Load up the clip and keep your shoes on
Before you buss a head, you say two Psalm
Me know Jah will forgive you fi a few corn
Say dem a try bad, but it lukewarm
Dem a cartoon, you murder Jerry, shoot Tom
Hol' this, me no put strap inna fool palm
Gwaan run it off fi me, grandson
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