Buss Yuh Head Now Lyrics

Bow

Ya likkle lifeless body pon di ground

Yellow man

Too Sure

TuffSide

Slugga 6ix

G Man

Bompton

Noble Touch Noble Touch

Buss ah pussy head now

Yeah

None of mi dawg nuh fling stone

G City man a killa

No Fred no flimstone

High tech rifle with the chip mi insert

Buss ah pussy head now

Dark

Ah the color of mi heart

And mi car rifle fire rapid

Wa kinda ting dat

Head gone wa kinda ting dat

God ready for ya pussy

Hold a 17

The rifle no need battery for energy

Try take a breathe

Ya lungs full a kerosene

Light up ya house

Ya see ya mumma and ya sister scream

Full ah bad dream

Dead inna ya sleep

Hybrid jeep

Silent creep

Every dry well

Jealous how ya leak

Head a flow like a river

Car done left the scheme

Yo crime dem full up ah baby strength

Baseball bat

So the M1 89th

A hundred pon each side

Ca fake no breath

Puppy clap it in a face

No accident

Watch ya body pon the floor

Can't move again

Sabga another duppy pon the news again

JMan tell Bari continue driving

Ask GMan Mobs Leau Place we buss head

Buss ah pussy head now

Yeah

None of mi dawg nuh fling stone

G City man a killa

No Fred no flimstone

High tech rifle with the chip mi insert

Buss ah pussy head now

Dark

Ah the color of mi heart

And mi car rifle fire rapid

Wa kinda ting dat

Head gone wa kinda ting dat

Headshot

Man was never the fighting type

Ya never hear lightning

Til the lightning strike

Shoot out for a hour

Man ready fi fight

And from dem start it

No fuckin peace ca sign

Face pon the jersey

Ya Block name resign

Gone down as a legend

Couldn't put up a fight

Select one inna the chamber

All ya neighbour pick up

Collateral damage

Whole street fuck up

For 18 Years

Sixx

We got the drillers dem out

Mamoo 6 tell dem G City from south

From a enemy enter

Ya thought fi come out

Buss Ya head

Mi see the reporter run cross

Ya get the 6Dan cross

No van no Red Cross

No health charge can't fix ya head back

Face get the big drum like a march pass

Buss ah pussy head now

Yeah

None of mi dawg nuh fling stone

G City man a killa

No Fred no flimstone

High tech rifle with the chip mi insert

Buss ah pussy head now

Dark

Ah the color of mi heart

And mi car rifle fire rapid

Wa kinda ting dat

Head gone wa king ting dat