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Masicka

Born Criminal

 

Born Criminal


Yo
Dem think a joke this
Badness a no movie
Nah mean
You will get your skin burn

Movie, drop inna dust
Dem feel a Christmas a come
When man tell dem barrel a buss
Bwoy forehead a crush
Ever rassclaat shot out a the maggie a rush

Years and months a war
Cyaan lef' it, if me lef' it
Then me dead, me and the guns a par
Tint up Honda car
Smith & Wesson inna the passenger
Pussy me nah fi run go far
Me no sit down a bar
Me no too party and certain gyal you don't trust her
Worst if she and the foes a par
She cyaan know weh me live
Inna my yard, me don't fuck her

You will lose your life inna simple second
So me link me second, tell him seh fi bring the weapon
Me killer friend dem deh 'pon anything me deh 'pon
From bwoy fi dead a right now Grants Pen
Pussy dem full a gun and cyaan shoot
Dem force ripe with bad from the grassroot
Man we run up 'pon dem and run one inna dem face
Me a mad bloodclaat youth
Man a circle, me bag a acting
If a pussy violate, then me stop sing
Lift up my thing and buss one inna dem face
Portmore, wha' do dem?

Bo-born criminal, criminal
Cr-criminal, criminal
Bo-born criminal, criminal
Then Rema

Me no care who know dem
Or which pussy have gun a show dem
Grants Pen this me tell me foes dem
Me we gi' dem gunshot like me owed dem
Feel you bad, true you and the don par
Four, four matic inna one car
Gunshot inna face we no gi' man scar
Shot buss dem head, and bruk dem foot
And fling the hand far
None, none a dem pussy deh a no really killer
Running board a jump when me squeeze the trigger
Watch your brain jump, shot we deliver
One bag a gun story, easy nigga

Bo-born criminal, criminal
Cr-criminal, criminal
Bo-born criminal, criminal
Then watch a that

Years and months a war
Cyaan lef' it, if me lef' it
Then me dead, me and the guns a par
Tint up Honda car
Smith & Wesson inna the passenger
Pussy me nah fi run go far
Me no sit down a bar
Me no too party and certain gyal you don't trust her
Worst if she and the foes a par
She cyaan know weh me live
Inna my yard, me don't fuck her

Bo-born criminal, criminal
Cr-criminal, criminal
Bo-born criminal, criminal
Then watch a that

Bo-born criminal, criminal
Cr-criminal, criminal
Bo-born criminal, criminal
Then Rema

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