Bait Lyrics

Bait - Tommy Lee Sparta

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Wanna be great man, not a brave man

Shot me a send when some bwoy a send shades

And the dutty dread dem a boots up a waste man

The rass waan beef, swear him was a vegetarian

Haffi get a five feet coffin and a grave an'

Putty 'pon face, dem shot yah no graze man

Certain things no taste a my place an'

Pull up 'pon your block, handbrake an'

[Verse 1]

Jump out, shot a fly through face

Blue steel gunshot a slice blue face

Chihuahua chew Ramona like food scarce

Badman no tolerate baboon ways

Fairly tale badman with cartoon ways, haha

Me cyaan meds you, you war too lame

Watch your head back cah you cyaan too safe

Anyweh me see you, me a send cross two grains

A gun a grip, a gun a grip

An' me nah fi send fi me gun, me done have it

Man a murderer, me no waan no body cover me

Cah anyweh me see enemy, me done a clip

Only crime some bwoy ever do a bun a spliff

Sparta a go murder dem fi the fun of it

Is a stripe dem a look, see say dem a nobody

Not even JPS out power me

[Chorus]

The bwoy dem 'fraid fi war me demself

And send a likkle kid inna war fi dead

Cah dem know dem a coward, dem no brave, dem no bad

Dem a liar than parliament

Me see say dem a bait, dem a bait, dem a bait, dem a bait

Dem a bait, dem want him dead

See say dem a boost him, a boost him

A boost him, a boost him, a boost him

Fi me shot off him head

[Verse 2]

Send a bad gyal fi go tag him and track him

Tell him say she love him, brain wash him and trap him

Put the strapping 'pon rapid skull cracking, locks dropping

Everybody a go say a Tommy Lee shot him, hmph

Is a brand new bush master attack him

You youth jus' born and haffi go face famine

Poor thing no know 'bout badness, what a sin

Say you a millionaire, why you live inna cabin?

Lef' your family fi go do funeral planning

#RIPlikkleJahmi hashtagging

Me deh 'pon me block celebrating. bragging

Hennessy and cranberry, aye killy what you having?

Boy contacts drop out when me tune the nozzle 'pon him

When me squeeze the trigger marrow splashing and dashing

You 'par with the enemy me murder you like-a him

A real, real, real body bagging a no chatting

[Chorus]

The bwoy dem 'fraid fi war me demself

And send a likkle kid inna war fi dead

Cah dem know dem a coward, dem no brave, dem no bad

Dem a liar than parliament

Me see say dem a bait, dem a bait, dem a bait, dem a bait

Dem a bait, dem want him dead

See say dem a boost him, a boost him

A boost him, a boost him, a boost him

Fi me shot off him head, hmph

[Verse 3]

If a war, Tommy never fear never

Badness no fit you youth ,wear dem lead yah

You hide out inna two dead man shedda

A dem boast you fi dead a bare pressure

A the crutchie kill the Gully, the Beretta kill Detta

People say Tommy is a trouble maker

Real trigger presser a go war dem whenever, hmm

Soul reaper, the soul taker

A gun a grip, a gun a grip...

An' me nah fi send fi me gun, me done have it

Man a murder me no waan no body cover me

Cah anyweh me see me enemy, me done a clip

Only crime some bwoy ever do a bun a spliff

Sparta a go murder dem fi the fun of it

Is a stripe dem a look, see say dem a nobody

Not even JPS out power me

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