Lyrics Lord Luci - Tommy Lee Sparta
Tommy
Lee,
Tommy
Lee,
Tommy
Lee
All
you
ah
talk
and
nuh
inna
nothin'
Pree
yuh
soul
come
'way
Frighten
Y'ah
hear
me
still?
Me
nah
make
dem
tek
mi
life,
yuh
zimi
Ah
di
mad
ting
mi
own,
zimi
(hail
e
Lord
Luci)
As
dem
start,
catch
a
body
Big
Glock
40
shot
up
e
party
(ha)
Big
batty
catty
ah
rev
e
Saki
Travel
through
traffic,
she
clap
e
'Matic
As
e
pussy
dem
speak,
put
a
shot
inna
him
mouth
Nada
killa
get
squeal,
yuh
family
wipe
out
Head
get
steamy,
Venom
ah
boil
up
None
ah
dem
na
live
fi
tell
e
Five-O
Yo
hombre,
me
kill
people
from
Sunday
to
Sunday
Anywhere
me
go
you
know
mi
gun
deh
The
Benelli
belly
full
all
when
me
hungry
Kill
bwoy
brawling,
me
never
run
weh
My
yute
stop
bitch
Yuh
gyal
ah
suck
mi
cocky
an'
mek
e
sloppy
You
nuh
see
a
bad
bitch?
She
love
e
badness
She
video
it
she
like
it,
two
ah
we
watch
it
Di
link
dem
pyshco,
have
duppy
like
wow
We
energy
mighty,
we
left
yuh
lights
out
We
have
some
killa
dyke
wah
will
shot
yuh
right
now
inna
e
crowd
And
she
nuh
need
nuh
night
time
fi
buss
yuh
damn
throat
If
dem
ah
move
speedy,
we
full
ah
Nitro
So
me
wake
up
breeze,
when
me
step
inna
e
clutch
Di
dust
devil
squeeze
and
ah
rip
up
all
'bout
Can't
catch
you
by
feet
we
ah
kill
you
by
drone
Wah
you
say
you
want,
war?
Pull
up
and
and
him
pump
10
Grand
inna
e
tank
Pull
up
pon
di
three
ah
dem
Bree
chip
lost
People
say
fi
change
so
me
gi'
dem
shop
change
Dem
say
me
pathological,
dem
say
me
deranged
From
me
likkle
bit
me
evil,
dem
say
me
act
weird
Now
me
fulla
ghost
like
Maria
Voistin
Tell
him
me
a
ghost
and
him
nuh
fi
try
me
As
dem,
boom
shot
inna
him
mouth
Nada
killa
get
squeal,
yuh
family
wipe
out
Head
get
steamy,
Venom
ah
boil
up
None
ah
dem
na
live
fi
tell
e
Five-O
"Jeesam
peas"
ah
yuh
gyal
ah
bawl
When
yuh
marrow
jump
out
An
itch
up
inna
her
mouth
Killas
like
these,
dem
will
stress
you
right
out
From
yuh
born
wid
steel,
today
me
ah
find
out
Ah
wah
do
some
man?
(Hey)
Feed
dem
to
di
legion
You
nuh
see
di
vengeance,
intention
inna
mi
dwag's
heart?
Nuff
soul
trap
inna
we
eye
ball
(my
God)
Some
accurate
gun
we
ah
buss
inna
war
(brrt)
Rapid
up,
mi
chip
inna
e
car
Tek
him
out
calm,
mek
me
gyal
mash
up
him
and
him
dawg
Me
nuh
see
ah
weh
dem
head
gone
Sparta,
we
nuh
no
wall
Siv
out
inna
e
field
like
a
world
cup
ball
People
seh
me
deal
as
dem
pull
up
man
gone
Wul
ah
dem
a
vex
like
man
shouldn't
born,
ayy
Hail
Lord
Luci,
hail
e
Lord
Luci
Hail
Lord
Luci,
hail
e
Lord
Luci
Hail
Lord
Luci,
hail
e
Lord
Luci
Hail
Lord
Luci,
hail
e
Lord
Luci
Now
wah
dis
'ya?
Wah
you
want
from
me?
All
ah
di
pussy
dem
weh
nuh
like
we
Bring
dem
soul
come
gimme
Mek
dem
know
you
know
None
of
dem
pussy
get
up
inna
life,
yuh
zimmi
Yuh
zimmi
(hail
e
Lord
Luci,
hail
e
Lord
Luci)
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