Under The Blood
Intro:
Yo!!!!
Warlord on di premises
Killin all adveraries and nemesis,
Clear out all blemishes!!!!!
Whappen to dem loonin and cartoonin
It's Warlord di five star general,
Wid dem war tunin,
Cross, well, hear mi now!!!!!!!
Verse 1:
None a dem a badma, act dem a act
Dem neva seen di glock, man a killa mi nuh back
When di mac 90 knock, nu bodda call di dock
Kartel rise di Calico, di wig and di frack
Rat patrol get rat trap, cops dun handicap
Yeah! Bare skull mi crack, sump body pon di track
Warlord nuh leff di K, since mi lend di gal di glock
So rifle shot it a go hang, dem a like almanac
Inna black mi buss di mac, mi purple match di ride go stop
A when it clap yuh ankle drop, so if yuh round yuh foots go pop
Dem come fi yap, di ride go stop
Leff dem a gap, yo
Chorus:
Gun weh mi buss a fi nobody fi baggy
Mi will pull yuh like a strain and a we maggy di maggy
Yuh body baptized unda di blood like Gotti Gotti
Murda dem mi son Addi, dem nuh ready fi yuh daddy
Gun weh mi buss a fi nobody fi baggy
Mi will pull yuh like a strain and a we maggy di maggy
Yuh body baptized unda di blood like Gotti Gotti
Murda dem mi son Addi, dem nuh ready fi yuh daddy
Verse 2:
Pass mi di Calico, mek mi rise dun di jects
Dem actin like a thug, but mi see seh dem a feds
Bullet a go pluck dem like before they lay di eggs
Yuh nuh ready fi dat war yah, go hold a rasta meds
When di 12 K drop in, kick like dye deh red
Lama thri di fence, kick dung to di feds
Yuh skin tear like a mess and coppa touch yuh flesh, yo, yo
Chorus:
Gun weh mi buss a fi nobody fi baggy
Mi will pull yuh like a strain and a we maggy di maggy
Yuh body baptized unda di blood like Gotti Gotti
Murda dem mi son Addi dem nuh ready fi yuh daddy
Gun weh mi buss a fi nobody fi baggy
Mi will pull yuh like a strain and a we maggy di maggy
Yuh body baptized unda di blood like Gotti Gotti
Murda dem mi son Addi dem nuh ready fi yuh daddy
Verse 1:
None a dem a badma, act dem a act
Dem neva seen di glock, man a killa mi nuh back
When di mac 90 knock, nu bodda call di dock
Kartel rise di Calico, di wig and di frack
Rat patrol get rat trap, cops dun handicap
Yeah! Bare skull mi crack, sump body pon di track
Warlord nuh leff di K, since mi lend di gal di glock
So rifle shot it a go hang, dem a like almanac
Inna black mi buss di mac, mi purple match di ride go stop
A when it clap yuh ankle drop, so if yuh round yuh foots go pop
Dem come fi yap, di ride go stop
Leff dem a gap, yo
Chorus:
Gun weh mi buss a fi nobody fi baggy
Mi will pull yuh like a strain and a we maggy di maggy
Yuh body baptized unda di blood like Gotti Gotti
Murda dem mi son Addi dem nuh ready fi yuh daddy
Gun weh mi buss a fi nobody fi baggy
Mi will pull yuh like a strain and a we maggy di maggy
Yuh body baptized unda di blood like Gotti Gotti
Murda dem mi son Addi dem nuh ready fi yuh daddy
Verse 2:
Pass mi di Calico, mek mi rise dun di jects
Dem actin like a thug, but mi see seh dem a feds
Bullet a go pluck dem like before they lay di eggs
Yuh nuh ready fi dat war yah, go hold a rasta meds
When di 12 K drop in, kick like dye deh red
Lama thri di fence, kick dung to di feds
Yuh skin tear like a mess and coppa touch yuh flesh, yo, yo
Chorus:
Gun weh mi buss a fi nobody fi baggy
Mi will pull yuh like a strain and a we maggy di maggy
Yuh body baptized unda di blood like Gotti Gotti
Murda dem mi son Addi dem nuh ready fi yuh daddy
Gun weh mi buss a fi nobody fi baggy
Mi will pull yuh like a strain and a we maggy di maggy
Yuh body baptized unda di blood like Gotti Gotti
Murda dem mi son Addi dem nuh ready fi yuh daddy
Under The Blood
Intro:
Yo!!!!
Warlord in the house
Taking out all enemies and rivals,
Clearing out all the mess!!!!!
What happened to those fools and cartoons?
It's Warlord, the five-star general,
With the war tunes,
Cross, well, listen to me now!!!!!!!
Verse 1:
None of them are tough, they just act
They never seen the Glock, I'm a killer, I don't hold back
When the Mac 90 pops, don’t bother calling the dock
Kartel raises the Calico, the wig and the frack
Rat patrol gets rat trapped, cops are all handicapped
Yeah! I crack bare skulls, somebody's on the track
Warlord doesn’t leave the K, since I lent the girl the Glock
So rifle shots are gonna hang, they’re like an almanac
In black, I bust the Mac, my purple matches the ride, it stops
And when it claps, your ankle drops, so if you're around, your feet go pop
They come to yap, the ride goes to a stop
Leave them gaping, yo
Chorus:
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy
Verse 2:
Pass me the Calico, let me rise down the jects
They’re acting like thugs, but I see they’re feds
Bullets gonna pluck them like before they lay their eggs
You’re not ready for that war, go hold some rasta meds
When the 12 K drops in, kicks like dye, it’s red
Lama through the fence, kick down to the feds
Your skin tears like a mess and copper touches your flesh, yo, yo
Chorus:
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy
Verse 1:
None of them are tough, they just act
They never seen the Glock, I'm a killer, I don't hold back
When the Mac 90 pops, don’t bother calling the dock
Kartel raises the Calico, the wig and the frack
Rat patrol gets rat trapped, cops are all handicapped
Yeah! I crack bare skulls, somebody's on the track
Warlord doesn’t leave the K, since I lent the girl the Glock
So rifle shots are gonna hang, they’re like an almanac
In black, I bust the Mac, my purple matches the ride, it stops
And when it claps, your ankle drops, so if you're around, your feet go pop
They come to yap, the ride goes to a stop
Leave them gaping, yo
Chorus:
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy
Verse 2:
Pass me the Calico, let me rise down the jects
They’re acting like thugs, but I see they’re feds
Bullets gonna pluck them like before they lay their eggs
You’re not ready for that war, go hold some rasta meds
When the 12 K drops in, kicks like dye, it’s red
Lama through the fence, kick down to the feds
Your skin tears like a mess and copper touches your flesh, yo, yo
Chorus:
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy