The Truth Lyrics

The Truth - Masicka

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Yo

A who dem a try diss

Dem pussy deh know weh dem a do (joke thing)

Weh unno know 'bout zinc fence, board house?

(One bag a idiot)

Gunshot a fire, unno a liard

Run which bumboclaat?

(Wha' gwaan?! Hello)

Trigger press, face sink in, brain jumpy

Grants Pen fire sixteen and pumpy

Diss who, me? Pussyhole you a junkie

Countless duppy man mek inna the country (Waltham)

Ready fi bleach like Kartel, rass hell

From me get cross like Bounty

Which Lord evil? The pussy dem a monkey

Shot a buss, body jus' a jump like bungee

Me nah look no hype, me no bloodclaat hungry

Me friend dem wild like crocodile dundee

Me bada, faga, warn some hombre

Gun a buss, any man try confront me

Bomb a clap, man a drop like humpty dumpty

'Pon you block, hammer knock

Cyaan see we come fi dem don a cat

Dem a talk 'bout gyal crunchy

We no suck pussy, we no tan so hombre

None a dem cyaan bad me up round yah

Drewsland a wha' do batty bwoy 'donia

When you see da chrome yah, clown me a the owna

Me colder, none a dem cyaan run uptowna

The sound a the rifle put dem inna coma

Maski, wild life crocodile cobra

Me a the rassclaat young general soldier

Jamie, step with the K 'pon your shoulder

The pussyhole tell producer don't voice me

Boost up you battyman friend dem fi fight me

Circle you yard like you woman invite me

MAK-90 me point it, buss dem head nicely

Pussyhole glad Kartel get lifey

You a big game head, you no mighty

Becah you cyaan run the place barefoot

And me weh shot dem out a the Nike

You never grow inna the ghetto boy, friend you a follow

You and you battyman bredda name Lallo

The tip dem hollow, from you diss me a sorrow

Shot a flick inna marrow, gyal piss dem a swallow

Dre hand straight like a bloodclaat arrow

Glockburn Pen none a my gun dem no borrow

Shane

Any boy diss Subkonshus

Man jus', fling dem inna grave weh shallow

Me sick inna me rassclaat head, dawg me parrow

Eagle a squeeze, brain fly like sparrow

Run out a clip, me no run out a ammo

Who you a trick 'bout you have gun 'pon you?

You coward like gyal, 'donia man weh hang you

Gun inna me hand, me no bad inna no songo

You diss me a church, a drum and piano

Me a go show you say you a badman shadow

Rifle a rise and people a dead

Fly teeth inna head, mama weak and a beg

Man in the street and a roam with the steel, man a fled

A dog dem a fuck and a sleep inna bed

You cyaan tun no Ras, you a freak, you a dread

You cyaan step to me, shot a squeeze, you a dead

You shirt man leave inna red

Then me fuck you gyal mek she feel up me peg

Hear him no 'bout Don deh yah, Don deh yah

Pussy, you no see real badman deh yah

'Bout Don deh yah, Don deh yah

Pussy, you no see real badman deh yah

Yo, wha' do them?

Dem a try style man thing

Have some likkle waste man a try diss man

A weh you feel like? Pussy

Uptown you born and grow enuh

Weh you know 'bout street life?

Weh you know 'bout ghetto life?

Tell you likkle bumboclaat idiot friend dem 'round you

Fi no bada sing no song cah me nah answer dem

A you fi answer

Long time you a gwaan like you bad

You no bad no time

You badmind

Subkonshus me say enuh

Hello! Wha' gwaan?

Young general hear that

Unno a idiot round deh so

Jamaica fi know that too

That me a tell you