Tommy Lee Sparta - No Chance (Mavado, Alkaline & Jahmiel Diss) lyrics

(Verse 1) You nuh bad youth because you nuh have a choice Not a berrita you cyaa meck rise Not a skull you pop like pepper-light Cyaa diss no man pon the Sparta side A the house pon the hill a that get you bad Suh you go lydown and roll wid funny Gad Good, good, Jahmiel turn gully Bad S**k you mother you nuh bad Go one side meck mi step cross and k** out the Gully Buss one in a the sky, you got to die You get it? Got to die You get it? Gou funny! Got to die Him marrow fly Alkaline you too bloodclaat lie Mi sure seh you never buss a gun yet Bout you have four rifle a lean up pon wall And a wait fi ready fi meck step You too bomboclaa lie Anytime you ready bomboclaat try You naw do not a bomboclaat crime A bare brata pon you bomboclaat mind (Chorus) No angels on earth cyaa save you tonight No Gad on earth cyaa protect you life (Verse 2) Badman dawg Sparta, fully evil Wi go anyweh in a the world go murder people When the macky ring in a you ears it go suh When dem fi do crime dem belly just a go suh Dawg, no where no far suh wi never tek long Hell open up and burn the fake bad Pare evil mi let lose pon the land Purge mi a purge, mi just k** the first one Ride up pon the yeng, yeng, kick the kick stand Ten mi go give him out a the 6-pants In-front a family blood catch you infant King Kelly give Jahmiel infection pon him tongue You nuh bad Not a crime dem naw do Dem bwoy deh nuh bad No dem nuh bad No, no, dem nuh bad Pare hallow point mi have fi the ra** come Rise up the rifle shoot the Gad down Lock-down Jamaica, shoot down the sun No where fi hide, dem haffi hide under ground You a go dead fi the bomboclaat word a you tongue And the lose meditation you a hold Seh dem nuh have a chick nor a child Nor a care in this world That mean a bare man you waan roll Mi nuh hype wid mi friend dem gun Mi buy dem and send dem round Berrita stormy left the place dry When rain fall from pure dark sky Murder the bloodclaat dread caw him time expire Anyweh mi si him bare gunshot a fire Cut out you belly wid a big gatire And roll out you tripe pon a roll a bob-wire Dem a get no burial, no funeral Nothing you fi get, no hospital Nothing what a situation critical Not even Jesus cyaa come yah suh come create a miracle A who send dem Yeah man the k**y weh ready you waan dead again You meck the ra** boost you and give you supplegen Shot in a you lox blood red, coloring Teacher send fi uncle demon Seh fi rise every gun, rise every media Send couple grenade fi k** couple man Mi fling one a court house and couple station Always have it pon me All in a the crowd Straight out a mi bed Shot buss in a you belly and in a yo face The one shot weh miss you go round the corner go k** a man That mean it regoshake (Repeat Chorus)