Aidonia & Suhverto – Wi Sick Lyrics
Artist: Aidonia & Suhverto
Song: Wi Sick
Splash away
JOP mi say
Tell dem me bad anyweh, but Uptown a my own
Rifle a clap, eagle a fly down
The devil, him a run from pebble inna gun
Slap it inna face, boy bury inna ground
Twelve Lane, Spanish Town, chop out your head
Clap out the lead, face shot out you’re dead
War cut or fly brain
Dem can’t take mi endz, me no shooting range
Rifle bust, rapid inna face
MAC-11 grains slap inna your ears
Trigger press, gun inna mi hand, not inna mi waist
When me aim, me no shoot if you’re not inna mi range
You no see say a dead man dem?
March with the ‘K and the A1 dem
Anyweh we see dem, we step pon dem
Dem a bawl when bullet a rain pon dem
We sick
When big ‘matic shub out, boy head bust off of body and can’t come back
The boy dem a run fi retreat and a call up cops, but me will give the law gunshot
‘Cause when we squeeze, boy must drop
Brain top of the street when the Taurus clap
Boy dead with ease, body gone Dovecot
Rass guns we breeze, the warhead clutch back
Me no shoot up fence and give wall gunshot
Clap it up inna dem head and make dem fall down, drop
Me no form up trap, me no war with chat
The warhead clap, your hardhead forehead crack
Now the war get hot, now me wanted hot
Fi the egg, me shell out inna the scarred egg pot
One Haskell shot, make you start swell fat
None of me and mi friend dem nah dead back
Mi rifle bust, rapid inna face
MAC-11 grains slap inna your ears
Trigger press, gun inna mi hand, not inna mi waist
Aim, me no shoot if you’re not inna mi range
You no see say a dead man dem?
March with the ‘K and the A1 dem
Anyweh we see dem, we step pon dem
Dem a bawl when bullet a rain pon dem
We sick
Head shot, the best shot
Heart two in chin
Rifle binds fly through him skin
Walk up close range pon the p#ss#
Every time the trigger pull it spin
People dead when we doing things
The Millennium Pro .40 Caliber hammer c#ck rolling pin
Anuh screw in thing
What a cruel sin
Face shot, dem can’t make out who is him
Copper blue him skin
Aidonia-
Me squeezing the strap ’til it feeling hot
Head buss, doctor can’t make the bleeding stop
Boy breathing stop
Like a leaf, him drop
Him stiff like you poison a feeding cat
Head a spin like fan inna the ceiling top
One rifle shot make inna three piece, him drop
Head buss with three big shot
Now dem vex how the peace did stop
Rifle bust, rapid inna face
MAC-11 grains slap inna your ears
Trigger press, gun inna mi hand, not inna mi waist
Aim, me no shoot if you’re not inna mi range
You no see say a dead man dem?
March with the ‘K and the A1 dem
Anyweh we see dem, we step pon dem
Dem a bawl when bullet a rain pon dem
We sick
Lord Evil….
Suhverto
JOP
Sick!
Yo, Stephen a the boss
Yo, Big Ship
Di Genius!
Jamaica a our place
Nah laugh with the road
JOP
Size 10 say, none smile
Yo Deablo
Sho-kryme
Yo zambi tan so
Yuh zimmie
Crime image
Sick
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CollegeHumor – Awkward Rap
Codec – Eventuate
Aidonia & Suhverto Lyrics – Wi Sick
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Release Year: 2010