Murda Practice - VYBZ Kartel

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