Lyrics Vybz Kartel – Murda Practice

Stephen-ism, evil-ism
A now me set it so, me born come see it
If you not tough, you will dead inna the bloodclaat
Dead inna the bloodclaat, dead inna the bloodclaat street

That’s why me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it, me buss
Buss it, me buss it, me buss it, buss it, me buss
That’s why me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it
Yeah, me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it, me buss

You Mister Pussyhole, you can’t drape this
All when a me alone, you can’t box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight murder we practice

Me catch the pussyhole, dem a gamble
Shot a fire, skin a catch a fire like a candle
Me buss the Glock till the clip drop out a the handle
All a who no drop, dem haffi scramble
Me lef’ dead body, buss chain, cellphone
One, one foot a shoes, couple ring, couple bundle
Gyal a bawl, say she bredda dead (whoa!), too much fi handle
Me knock it, mektheme squaddy see, watch it Mister Campbell
Mhm hm, me nyam dem food like chicken a Bojangle
Mhm hm, look inna guy eye when him a get strangle
Dawgie and people no tangle
McKinley shot the plane out out a sky ‘cross the Gaza triangle

You Mister Pussyhole, you can’t drape this
All when a me alone, you can’t box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist

Dem bwoy deh fi know we have the world lock
We mek dem keep funeral, we mek dem world black
Walk out with the rifle dem weh taller than me girl frock
Dem blood a wet up road, the marrow fly weh ‘pon a bird back
That’s the way the rifle with the clip weh have the curve act
It mek dem ends get empty, d’even weed a sell ‘pon your block
Da artist a no pussy, me a murderer like Murdock
Me link New Kidz a Brook Valley and Baby Cham a Sherlock
Mhm hm, before me step me ask, «Trudy where the herb at?»
Mhm hm, skin a go smoke like ganja when you burn that
The bwoy try fi diss and see me gun and try fi run
But if a the station you run in, a inna the station me a turn that

You Mister Pussyhole, you can’t drape this
All when a me alone, you can’t box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight murder we practice
You Mister Pussyhole, you can’t drape this
All when a me alone, you can’t box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist, me nah knock fist

That’s why me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it, me buss
Buss it, me buss it, me buss it, buss it, me buss
That’s why me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it
Yeah, me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it, me buss

You Mister Pussyhole, you can’t drape this
All when a me alone, you can’t box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight murder we practice

A now me set it so, me born come see it
If you not tough, you will dead inna the bloodclaat
Dead inna the bloodclaat, dead inna the bloodclaat street
A now me set it so, me born come see it
If you not tough, you will dead inna the bloodclaat
Dead inna the bloodclaat, dead inna the bloodclaat street

Stephen, a wha’ do some bwoy?
Eh
Stephen-ism, evil-ism