Dem Ago Dead - Masicka

So who gas dem up

From dem diss the don dem a go dead man

You know the thing go

Who gas dem up?

Come we go buss the cylinder

Mathic inna lap, dawg half crack the window

We nuh fly kick inna chest, we nuh ninja

Whole a the strength inna me index finger

Buss the cylinder, colder than winter

Simple as you see me dawg me never left the intro

Tek weh dem life, you could a faster than the sprinter

Pussy a joke you tek badman thing fa'?

Buss the cylinder, tan inna your bed

Trigger haffi sub me kick one inna the head

Cut the fuckery, from you diss the don you a go dead

Dem find your body without the hand, without your head

Man buss the cylinder, things get dread

O357 left you thinner than a thread

Run off your mouth inna your skin me fire led

Somebody buy fish, somebody buy a bread

A nine night

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

Lickle bwoy

Likkle bwoy, try fuck round the system

And love party fi kill dem, a quick kill

You see the Glock 32 a me inkin

That a bore people face and a strip skin

Me seh the pussy dem fake like lipsing

And waan cow me down

Me gun a fire, guneriah a dem only gun

Drive by 'pon dem endz and as dem hold the gun

All who a hold a vibes haffi hold the ground

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

Lickle bwoy

Inna your face me run me 3 star

We nuh run joke clown

You mussi waan bat fly

Ghost town feel like you a king

Pussy we buss the most cloud

So gwaan joke round till we buss your throat clown

Run him down, gun him down

Inna your face man empty da tek deh

Nothing nuh nice like when bwoy feel dem get weh

Kill dem

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

Lickle bwoy

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

Lickle bwoy

Buss the cylinder, colder than winter

Simple as you see me dawg me never left the intro

Tek weh dem life, you could a faster than the sprinter

Pussy a joke you tek badman thing fa'?

Buss the cylinder, tan inna your bed

Trigger haffi sub me kick one inna the head

Cut the fuckery, from you diss the don you a go dead

Dem find your body without the hand, without your head

Man buss the cylinder, things get dread

O357 left you thinner than a thread

Run off your mouth inna your skin me fire led

Somebody buy fish, somebody buy a bread

A nine night

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

From you diss the don you a go dead, bury dem

Lickle bwoy

Likkle bwoy, try fuck round the system

And love party fi kill dem, a quick kill

You see the Glock 32 a me inkin

That a bore people face and a strip skin

Me seh the pussy dem fake like lipsing

And waan cow me down