Music Video
Masicka - Dem Ago Dead
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Masicka
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Masicka
Songwriter
Haad Rokk
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Intro]
So who gas dem up?
From dem diss the don dem ago dead man
You know the thing go
[Verse 1]
Who gas dem up?
Come wi go buss the cylinder
'Matic in a lap
Dawg half crack the window
Wi nuh fly kick in a chest
Mi nuh ninja
Whole a the strength in a mi index finger
[Verse 2]
Buss the cylinder, colder than winter
Simple as yuh see mi dawg mi never left the intro
Tek weh dem life, yuh could a faster than the sprinter
Pussy, a joke yuh tek badman ting for?
Buss the cylinder, tan in a yuh bed
Trigger affi sub, mi kick one inna di head
Cut the fuckery, from yuh dis the don yuh ago dead
Dem find yuh body without the hand, without yuh head
Man buss the cylinder, tings get dread
O357 left yuh thinner than a thread
(Bwoy) Run off yuh mouth inna yuh skin mi fire lead
Somebody buy fish, somebody buy a bread
A nine night
[Chorus]
From yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem, from yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem, from yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem (Likkle boy)
[Verse 3]
Likkle bwoy try fuck round the system
And love party fi kill dem
A quick kill
Yuh si the Glock 32 pon mi hip king?
That a bore people face an' a strip skin
Mi seh the pussy dem fake like lipsing
Ah, ah, and waan calm mi dung
Mi gun a fire, guneriah ah dem only gun
Drive by pon dem endz and as dem pour the rum
All who a hold a vibes affi hold e grung
[Chorus]
From yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem, from yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem, from yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem (Likkle bwoy)
[Verse 4]
Inna yuh face mi run mi 3 star
Wi nuh run joke clown
Yo mussi waan bat fly
Ghost town, feel like you a king
Pussy, we buss the most cloud
Suh gwaan joke round till wi buss yuh throat clown
Run him dung, gun him dung
Inna yuh face, man empty da tek deh
Nothing nuh nice like when bwoy feel dem get weh
Kill dem
[Chorus]
From yuh dis the don yuh ago dead
Bury dem, from yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem, from yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem (Likkle bwoy)
[Chorus]
From yuh dis the don yuh ago dead
Bury dem, from yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem, from yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem (Likkle bwoy)
[Verse 5]
Buss the cylinder, colder than winter
Simple as yuh see mi dawg mi never left the intro
Tek weh dem life, yuh could a faster than the sprinter
Pussy, a joke yuh tek badman ting for?
Buss the cylinder, tan in a yuh bed
Trigger affi sub, mi kick one inna di head
Cut the fuckery, from yuh dis the don yuh ago dead
Dem find yuh body, without the hand, without yuh head
Man buss the cylinder, tings get dread
O357 left yuh thinner than a thread
(Bwoy) Run off yuh mouth in a yuh skin mi fire lead
Somebody buy fish, somebody buy a bread
A nine night
From yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem, from yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem, from yuh dis the don you ago dead
Bury dem (Likkle bwoy)
[Verse 6]
Likkle bwoy, try fuck round the system
And love party fi kill dem
A quick kill
Yuh see di Glock 32 pon mi hip king?
That a bore people face an' a strip skin
Mi seh the pussy dem fake like lipsing
Ah, ah, and waan calm mi dung
Written by: Haad Rokk, Masicka
