Tommy Lee Sparta - Murderer (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Tommy Lee Sparta - Murderer (en) Lyrics
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Man wicked and bad
Wicked and bad, man wicked and bad
Gunshot rained all ah lightnin'
Who di fuck boot him up and hypin'
I know bloodclaat law, we avoidin'
Inna di middle of di night we strikin'
Skimask take ya shot, back it, hollow
tip, all you know about this
When di gun start spit and
di bullet dem flick
Pull up on dem head, stun
dem inna target
R-I-P
Mi nuh play with people, yuh fi know
say mi dark and mi fuckin' evil
Mi shoot up a car with your pickney
in deh, mi nuh care
You nuh hear what mi say
Mi nuh care
When we kill, we kill without remorse
We heart no warm at all,
we nuh give a fuck
We are murderers
Fully automatic
Murderers
Nothin'll ever top it
Coulda soldier, coulda never stop it
And it was for nothing,
killing of the habit
Everywhere we go now bus' gyal
Two fire, knockin' out cap
Rifle I stuck in my back
Mi nuh too talk, everything
ah bus' shot
Ri, rifle
Bus
Nah, nah, nah, name
Mi mi, mi no really name
Mi nuh say you're willing and
when you're killin' them
Pull up in a million, spend a million
Everyday I'm willin' them, when
I'm drillin' them, when I be
Put no one in him, why they
Why he fly like la-la-light away
A day lay-lay way where we came
They saw the re-re-re-re-re-rain
Evil, baby, evil
Shouts to the don, my nigga
And I'm down to take them some
And I'm 1400, I ain't changin'
Ride round with the fire,
might have to bang it
I remember when I took you to Topanga
Shawty got up in my bed,
I had to bang her
And I'm big 14, I'm no stranger
I love my women but I hate
when they change up
I am not fake with a
face full of makeup
I am not the one to present
with the fake love
She love it when I keep it real, yeah
10 million dollars on a house
in the hills, yeah
Mama crib paid off, she do
not pay no bills, yeah
Chop a nigga body up and give
his mom to choose, yeah
Everywhere we go now bus' cap
Two fire knockin' out cap
Nothin'll cut up it
And it was for nothing,
killing of me a bit
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