Mi name one ounce of lead..mean one more dead..
You cant see me/ but will feel me../thru a nozzlehead
Mi go country & town nuff place I pass through.
Bun you like a pepper/ cold like a igloo..
Make you sh*t you brief before you think bout the loo
Breathe your last breath before mi say "how'd you do"
Bun boy skin/turn dem purple and blue
When police have me /what you gwan fi do?
Mi crib sometime di tek 9 sometimes the 22
Swith & Weston in what I mek my debut
Me same one mash up music venue
Bullet proof vest dem say dem cant get me through
Still if a bigger gun that might not be true
Sometime me richochet and dem me dont know a who
Wonder why my owner always wrinkle and screw
Bad bwoy know me in London and back to Seaview
Costa Rica/ Fiji /Honalulu
America they love me back to Timbuctu
Me one kill nuff Shaka Zulu
Prepare the ground for other people rule you
Sometimes with infrared I might make a rendenvous
You cant see me but I can see you!!
wha mi sey..
Never blown breath/ but taken more than few
Funeral home- its me that boost their revenue
One ounce a lead mean one more dead
you caan see me but will feel me..
Lord..
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I sound like an explosion bright like fire spark
See me at your display me will kill your bloodclart
Fraid when the trigger happy youth let me off!
Brave when the freedom fighter set me off!
Anyone who keep me dont seem to joke or laugh
Six weeks ago I did board a aircraft
>>PNNNANG<< a CIA Arab let in di draught
Never kill nobody but whole heap of life lost
Cant put a figure on the suffering Ive cost
Bredrin mad slug know him dont give a rass
Owner mad thug dont ramp to squeeze off
Here come the police with the bag and the chalk
Coroner pull up to come to write the report
Him say "the youth wicked but him never too smart"
Thats how him life short.
Last edited on Thursday February 15th, 2007 22:29 by Bredder Tukoma
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