Squeeze - Masicka

Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well

Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell

Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze (boom, boom)

'Pon everybody

Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well

Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell

Pull up!

You nah kill nobody

That a lies, pussy 'top the noise

Heart cold like Happy-Ice, pussy shotty flies

Shallow grave man a drop the life, better watch the hype

Cyaan be no Genah with your pussy appetite

Pull up, and a knock it right, a the traffic light

Brawling, have it inna day, strap inna the night

Some pussy only bad when dem a chat inna the mic

Rifle buss, your belly buss, your friend a drop inna your tripe (shame)

Dash on 'pon a bike (brave), fly gone 'pon a kite

Him mother a try wake him, but it no look bright

She shake him, she shake him, him just a puke pint

Him eye dem a lock dung, what a good sight

Pussy talk straight, mek me buss your wind-pipe (boom)

Never stop fight, boy weh you feel like

A mussi true me get me Visa

Man will put you inna the freezer

Run a program

Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well

Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell

Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze

That a squeeze 'pon everybody

A war dem want, it nah go end well

Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell

Gun a squeeze (boom, boom, boom)

You no fi 'fraid, pussy call name 'K a fire tall grain

Big bulldog aim bullet inna all vein

You lock a small lane, that a pickney ball game

Slap it inna head side, a weh you call pain

Blood splash 'pon your gyal, the short shorts stain

Deh with your gun, you should a pussyclaat shame

Southside and Portmore a say fi fall rain

Shoot anybody, wild and cyaan tame

Banga dem weh hammer, nyamma dem deh

The rassclaat Kel-Tec a stagger dem weh

If a no Gaza a Genahsyde, that a them say

Light up a spliff, with the grabba dem deh

Then me chuck it 'pon me belly, me deh 'pon me ends, yea

Crocs dem ready fi buss it up plenty

The clip a empty, suck your mother, we no friendly

So nobody cyaan call me fi any ??

Kill dem

Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well

Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell

Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze

That a squeeze 'pon everybody

A war dem want, it nah go end well

Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell

Gun a squeeze (squeeze 'pon everybody)

Rifle a swing 'cross, pussy better think fast

Me have me gun inna me hand, nah mek a thing pass

You will dead inna your house, you feel the link soft

Wrap a rope 'round your neck like a fucking scarf

Select, select a gi' your chin half

Face mash up, you see weh touch a thing, 'cause

Kill your friend dem 'pon one every link lost

The 'matic blast dem, lose weight like Rick Ross

Buss your head and deh a road, dawg, we still floss

When badness a teach, dem skip class

Dem badness a make-up, lip gloss

Wake up, which boss fake Dread weh kiss ass

Know how much bwoy man put underneath grass

«Weh dem gone, weh dem gone?"Family keep ask

Nine bine buss him head like a cheap Clarks

Cold and cyaan defrost, chop him up like meat parts

Weh me say me have it

See the likkle life weh you love better give God it (grung!)

Have it fi the pussy dem me have it

Fling, fling up one inna dem head it just a habit

When me say me have it fi the pussy dem me have it

One more duppy 'pon the strap me say fi add it (grung!)

Have it fi the pussy dem me have it, have it

Have it fi the pussy dem

Me know dem 'par, me know dem ends well

Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell

Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze

That a squeeze 'pon everybody

A war dem want, it nah go end well

Whole heap a blood, whole heap a spenshell

Gun a squee-ee-ee-eeze