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Unknown T - Gotcha Lyrics



Unknown T - Gotcha Lyrics
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[ Featuring Vybz Kartel, Digga D ]

Me have a Glock name "Got You"
Run you down, shot you
Doctor cyaan' patch you
Watch you inna chapel, inna coffin like statue
Yo Sean D
Luke, Mark, Matthew
Rise di Mac too

Me have a Glock name "Got You"
Run you down, shot you
Doctor cyaan' patch you
Watch you inna chapel, inna coffin like statue
Luke, Mark, Matthew
Rise di Mac too

I heard-, f*cks with the rival
So we air Joran just like Michael
F*cking hell it's a vicious cycle
I get down opps, put my hand on the Bible
Hand on the bible, man had the scope on top of the sniper rifle
Samurai sword called "Eiffel"
Ask him the organ I hit was vital
Everyone get low, corn got let go
I took out his headpiece, he never had headphone
Skrkt on the opps might need more headstones
Scratch off bait then bathe in petrol
'017 used to step with the dots
Now I make Glocks bend them (I did)
I was on the run for two AM's
I flew out to Cockburn Pen
Mom stuffs her barrel and sends it to yard
I stuff my barrel and send it to-
Quick and fast, stick and mask, lift and blast
Sit and laugh, sit and laugh, heh
Mom stuffs her barrel and sends it to yard
I stuff my barrel and send it to-
Rock and roll, lock and load, we bad ah road
No other code, no other code, heh

Heh, me have a Glock name "Got You"
Run you down, shot you
Doctor cyaan' patch you
Watch you inna chapel, inna coffin like statue
Luke, Mark, Matthew
Rise di Mac too

Probate keep calling for breaching bail
The jakes want me in a cell
New V1-2 with the loaded shells
But if I buss one then they sending me jail
Try to ride with a Bull, don't stand in the corn
Go sing like Miguel
The jakes had me in a mask
Rose with the glass just me and my girl
F*ck all come bring the machine
I'm mad this year, I'm knees deep in the black
And if they go ride out of course we blam
Better hope there ain't CCT in the cab
Gotta skrrt from the CID that's a remand or a HTC with a tag, uh
Crack drop teeth through the T
I'm chopping the rock then skrrting with gang
Quick and fast, quick and fast we beat off then lick off yard
Big and bad, big and bad the bulldog come big and bad
Bring and grab the spinners back
You beat off one big up dawg (brrt bow)
Thick back and she look bad
She wan' f*ck to the king of dance

Heh, me have a Glock name "Got You"
Run you down, shot you
Doctor cyaan' patch you
Watch you inna chapel, inna coffin like statue
Luke, Mark, Matthew
Rise di Mac too

Man love killing people, living evil
Bad bird, pick him, Eagle, bitches bleed to
Multiple murder
Dem nerd 'ya nuh know 'bout war
Run dem down like track star
One inna him back, bwoy drop flat
Gi' him everything inna di clip, suh it all
Watch him head ah boom pon di grung like ball
Cyaan' escape, lock down all estate, heartless rage
Tell di morgue mek page if ah bwoy diss-, Wayne
Man ah guh hurt unnuh beyond pain
Quick victory, Zidane aim, top striker, Leon Bail'
Raheem Sterl, machine burst, nuh need nurse
Coroner, man a yardie, foreigner
We nuh f*ck wid boring girl
We nuh f*ck wid boring girl

Heh, me have a Glock name "Got You"
Run you down, shot you
Doctor cyaan' patch you
Watch you inna chapel, inna coffin like statue
Luke, Mark, Matthew
Rise di Mac too
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Me have a Glock name "Got You"
Run you down, shot you
Doctor cyaan' patch you
Watch you inna chapel, inna coffin like statue
Yo Sean D
Luke, Mark, Matthew
Rise di Mac too

Me have a Glock name "Got You"
Run you down, shot you
Doctor cyaan' patch you
Watch you inna chapel, inna coffin like statue
Luke, Mark, Matthew
Rise di Mac too

I heard-, f*cks with the rival
So we air Joran just like Michael
F*cking hell it's a vicious cycle
I get down opps, put my hand on the Bible
Hand on the bible, man had the scope on top of the sniper rifle
Samurai sword called "Eiffel"
Ask him the organ I hit was vital
Everyone get low, corn got let go
I took out his headpiece, he never had headphone
Skrkt on the opps might need more headstones
Scratch off bait then bathe in petrol
'017 used to step with the dots
Now I make Glocks bend them (I did)
I was on the run for two AM's
I flew out to Cockburn Pen
Mom stuffs her barrel and sends it to yard
I stuff my barrel and send it to-
Quick and fast, stick and mask, lift and blast
Sit and laugh, sit and laugh, heh
Mom stuffs her barrel and sends it to yard
I stuff my barrel and send it to-
Rock and roll, lock and load, we bad ah road
No other code, no other code, heh

Heh, me have a Glock name "Got You"
Run you down, shot you
Doctor cyaan' patch you
Watch you inna chapel, inna coffin like statue
Luke, Mark, Matthew
Rise di Mac too

Probate keep calling for breaching bail
The jakes want me in a cell
New V1-2 with the loaded shells
But if I buss one then they sending me jail
Try to ride with a Bull, don't stand in the corn
Go sing like Miguel
The jakes had me in a mask
Rose with the glass just me and my girl
F*ck all come bring the machine
I'm mad this year, I'm knees deep in the black
And if they go ride out of course we blam
Better hope there ain't CCT in the cab
Gotta skrrt from the CID that's a remand or a HTC with a tag, uh
Crack drop teeth through the T
I'm chopping the rock then skrrting with gang
Quick and fast, quick and fast we beat off then lick off yard
Big and bad, big and bad the bulldog come big and bad
Bring and grab the spinners back
You beat off one big up dawg (brrt bow)
Thick back and she look bad
She wan' f*ck to the king of dance

Heh, me have a Glock name "Got You"
Run you down, shot you
Doctor cyaan' patch you
Watch you inna chapel, inna coffin like statue
Luke, Mark, Matthew
Rise di Mac too

Man love killing people, living evil
Bad bird, pick him, Eagle, bitches bleed to
Multiple murder
Dem nerd 'ya nuh know 'bout war
Run dem down like track star
One inna him back, bwoy drop flat
Gi' him everything inna di clip, suh it all
Watch him head ah boom pon di grung like ball
Cyaan' escape, lock down all estate, heartless rage
Tell di morgue mek page if ah bwoy diss-, Wayne
Man ah guh hurt unnuh beyond pain
Quick victory, Zidane aim, top striker, Leon Bail'
Raheem Sterl, machine burst, nuh need nurse
Coroner, man a yardie, foreigner
We nuh f*ck wid boring girl
We nuh f*ck wid boring girl

Heh, me have a Glock name "Got You"
Run you down, shot you
Doctor cyaan' patch you
Watch you inna chapel, inna coffin like statue
Luke, Mark, Matthew
Rise di Mac too
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Writer: Adidja Azim Palmer, Daniel Lena, Rhys Herbert
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: Unknown T
Featuring: Vybz Kartel, Digga D
Length: 3:18
Written by: Adidja Azim Palmer, Daniel Lena, Rhys Herbert

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