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Murda Practice lyrics with English Translations
[Intro]
Stephen-ism, evil-ism
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
[Pre-Chorus] 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
[Chorus] You Mister p**syhole, 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
[Verse 1] Me catch the p**syhole, 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
[Chorus] You Mister p**syhole, 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
[Verse 2] 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 p**sy, 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
[Chorus] You Mister p**syhole, 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 p**syhole, 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
[Pre-Chorus] 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
[Chorus] You Mister p**syhole, 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
[Bridge] 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 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
[Outro] Stephen, a wha' do some bwoy? Eh Stephen-ism, evil-ism
[Pre-Chorus] 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
[Chorus] You Mister p**syhole, 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
[Verse 1] Me catch the p**syhole, 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
[Chorus] You Mister p**syhole, 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
[Verse 2] 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 p**sy, 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
[Chorus] You Mister p**syhole, 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 p**syhole, 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
[Pre-Chorus] 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
[Chorus] You Mister p**syhole, 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
[Bridge] 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 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
[Outro] Stephen, a wha' do some bwoy? Eh Stephen-ism, evil-ism
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