Tommy Lee Sparta - Not A Badness lyrics

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Tommy Lee Sparta - Not A Badness lyrics

(Verse 1) Ready fi circle dem wid a tall clip Little cray fish swear seh dem a artist Tommy you cyaa diss Gunpoint mi naw miss That a nuh badness, hold on wa 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 afraid fi pa** mi Bwoy good as waa piss and cyaa piss Sparta no rifle wi nuh short a No weh else nuh full a gun like Gaza Teach dem a lesson shot long like maga Find out pon the border dem deh a gi braughter Create another disaster Cyaa Ricochet goal keeper mi a kick off a See him pon a stage, performance dry Suh dem buss him forehead wid a bottle a water So you can gwaan act not a bad, suh gwaan chat Woozie pon rapid, clap it mi naw stop Fully auto the…..shot off lox Vultures and maggots feed pon you caucus (Chorus) Suh wa you call that? Not a badness Mi waan fi know wa you call that A wa you call that Mi waan fi know weh you call that (Verse 2) Mi naw thump out, pull mi guns out Squeeze the chigger a live rounds a pump out See him pon the plane as the day mi name You waan si him a try pull the window fi jump out How him seh him bad? As him si mi him punk out Shakey! Like him did deh pon some coke Tommy know seh dem fear man Dawg as the plane land door fly Road runner run out Naw do no crime too f**king lie Which four rifle? Four catapult him buy Mi run een pon a endz everybody a die Before him apologize full him up a hallopoint Crate a evoke like sparrow, a suh marrow a fly When the thompson a fire 50 carbine Dem a sing bout gun weh dem have and a hype And when the guns out war start dem cyaa find (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3) Mi naw wait till the nine night over Walk out bare face rifle pon shoulder War get dread k** the coke smoker Everybody weh fross dem haffi get sober Full a tricks like poker, evil like joker Militancy k** everybody Sparta soldier When the clip dem empty time fi the forensic road full a lox Si piece a nose yah Boast bout three k** and never k** a man How dem a tell lie and a put it in a song Mi pull back the hammer in a forehead shot a slam Blood a run a marathon, dem yah matic yah nuh jam Ever strap, ever have a gun in a mi position Glack in a mi hand, fling a bottle bomb in a the van k** dem a the Spartant tradition You cyaa be a…..k** dem, k** dem A the Spartant tradition (Repeat Chorus)