Tommy Lee Sparta Not a Badness song lyrics
Tommy Lee Sparta Not a Badness song lyrics
Ready fi murder dem again
Ready fi circle dem wid a tall clip
Little crawfish swear seh dem a artist
Tommy yuh cyaan diss, gunpoint me nah miss
Dat a nuh badness, hold on, weh you call this?
These banana clips nuh sell a market
Badness you a chuck youth, better you park it
See him 'pon a plane and 'fraid fi pass me
Bwoy could as all, waah piss and cyaan piss
Sparta, no rifle we nuh shorter
No weh else nuh full a gun like Gaza
Teach dem a lesson, shot long like marker
Find out 'pon the border dem deh a gi' brawta (Damage)
Create another disaster
Cyaan Ricochet, goal keeper me a kick off a
See him 'pon a stage, performance dry
So dem buss him forehead wid a bottle a water
So you can gwaan act, not a bad, so gwaan chat
Uzi 'pon rapid, clap it, me nah stop
Fully auto the same mass shot off lox
Vultures and maggots feed 'pon your carcass
So weh you call that? Not a badness
Me waah fi know weh you call that, hmm-mmm
A weh you call that
Me waah fi know weh you call that, hmm-mmm
Me nah thump out, pull mi guns out
Squeeze the trigger, a live rounds a pump out
See him 'pon the plane as him hear me name
You want see him a try pull the windo, fi jump out
How him seh him bad? As him see mi him punk out
Shakey! Like him did deh 'pon some coke
So mi know seh dem fear man
Dawg, as the plane land, door fly, road runner run out
Nah do nuh crime, too fucking lie
Which four rifle? Four catapult him buy
Mi run in 'pon dem endz, everybody a die
Before him apologize, full him up a hollow point
Crate a evoke like sparrow, a so marrow a fly
When the Thompson a fire 50 carbine
Dem a sing 'bout gun weh dem have and a hide
And when the guns out war start dem cyaan find
So weh you call that? Not a badness
Mi waah fi know weh yuh call that, hmm-mmm
Now weh yuh call that
Mi waah fi know weh yuh call that (Bumboclaaaat)
Mi nah wait till the nine night over
Walk out bare face, rifle 'pon shoulder
War get dread, kill the coke smoker
Everybody weh frass, dem haffi get sober
Full a tricks like poker, evil like joker
Militancy kill everybody, Sparta soldier
When the clip dem empty time fi the forensic
Road full of lox, see piece a n-nose yah
Boast 'bout three kill and never kill a man
How dem a tell lie? And a put it inna song
Me pull back the hammer inna forehead shot a slam
Blood a run a marathon, dem yah matic yah nuh jam
Ever strap, ever have a gun inna me position
Glock inna mi hand, fling a bottle bomb inna the van
K-Kill dem a the Spartan tradition
You cyaan be a, k-kill dem, k-kill dem
A the Spartan tradition
So weh you call that?
Tall man a weh you call that?
Joke thing dem
A weh you call that?
Mi nah lie
Me a murder
Hmmm-mmm, Spartaaaa