Lyrics From Various M. Dwizzy Tracks.

Lyrics:

Nothing On Me

Chorus: Why they hating on me, I hear they plotting on me. Go need you and the whole zoo to stop me homie. I got my shottas roun me, and they be acting rowdy. Cross the line you out ya mine yall aint got nothing on me.

Verse 1:  Montego Bay home of the killas with the big aks. Never think twice about spraying your way if you piss dem off in the night or the day. Young shottas run the town cause most the old Gs dead, or locked up so they run Sam Sharpe red. Cops kill niggas more than aids where I'm from.find a brotha witha gun they'll shell him down  for fun. Then clean up the scene, I swear city mean. So I rap all day and try to make it  chase my dream. Ima take all they green, and plant a money tree. That's makes my family set for years 10 dynasties. I. got. haters on they knee begging please let me rock, lemme roll with you cause you heading to the top.  I knew you were good but now ya getting hot.

Verse 2: Pussy niggas stopping me, noway
Hang his ass on a tree, come play.
My team wearing all black, no 3k.
Rush ya ass in the dark where ya fam stay. Send troops to ya doors, front and back. And others killas to ya windows, fully strapped.  Got the gas and a match man picture that. Spark it up you out a luck nigga life nap. I'm from a place where everybody set a mice trap, when we party we grind all night scrap. Dancing everywhere even on a bike back. Mean mug the wrong one, I bet he stare right back.  Don't think ya safe with a knife cause they all strapped. Teenager got tools no  woodshop. Homemade so you know it got 1 shot. Click clack boom body drop when ya hear the pop. Now that's hot, no slowing  down. Jus showed to the world i aint fucking roun. They think they the king well I'm coming for crown, if j cole simba ill be raps james brown.
maybe bob marley everybody knows  I'm yardie. When my team on everynight will be a party. Fuck a new chick I alrdy got my shorty but my niggas all free if ya tryna get naughty.

Verse 3: Gunshot in yo face if ya try me, stretched out hooked up to a I.V.
Everybody fear me like HIV. Change they name to John Doe tek dem I.D.  Have ya family bawling out lord why me, Glendevon raised me so me grimy. Moved abroad. But my g stuck with me, island to island  the rest is history.
Nigga scheme know this I pack heat, mi entourage strapped up like a car seat. Mi yardies chop off ya hand like hogs feet. Serve it to ya crew as meat watch them fools eat. I kill beats fuck freaks and meet rich geeks. Ducking cops and needy bitches when we in the streets. Cause they both wanna see a nigga under sheets, brush em off like plaque in between the teeth. Send those haters wreaths, everybody dead. Killing power ranger rappers call me Lord Zed.  If a vet diss me off with his head, setup shop on his block and watch his fans flock.  I want me songs to be remembered like the dude Bach's. So I write all night like I'm 2pac, rap smooth with the flow like BIG though with a dream to get rich like JIG yo.

Lyrics:

FLY

Chrorus: Smooth shotta on some fly shit,riding in a fly whip fly kicks, fly chick my sidekick. One life so I dress impress, I gotta do it way fly than the rest.

Verse 1:24 so I'm always on my Kobe shit, cause I plan to the run the game like "whose court is this". Courting all the fly sister that I  grew up with. Cause I stay fresh and dudes were on that sewer tip. Polo on head to chest or repping YnF, haters see me fresh to death and wanna slit they neck.  Committing suicides cause they aint as fly as I. Stupid guys do anything for money even die. Give grilling guys evil eyes when they pree the prize, on my neck and wrist think you swift think twice. You might lose ya life think I'm slipping guns will rise.
I know the rules, jewels is out bring the tools. Theirs always stupid niggas highed up being fools. They see a fly whip and think they should jack it. not mine  run up on my shit ya getting hit. Plus my shorty bussing too like the chick in shottas bitch.

Verse 2: Young Marley, a rebel with a cause,so the broads ignore my flaws and let me creep up in they drawers.I learned to be the boss, it aint easy as they thought. It takes hard work a great team and lots of heart. Of course you gotta ball to be the best of em all and when you make it on the field you better show em the deal. Gotta take they meal make sure you starve em fareal get you goal by any means if you don't others will. That's why I live my life like a pearl, stay around girls always smooth one touch they toes curl. A monster with the charm I could probably bag yo mom and yo aunt have both women hanging from my arms. My future plans are drawn,of being called a don. getting so much money moms stress will finally calm. I need the finer things that I lacked as youngster, running through rough roads streets dirtier than dumpsters.

Lyrics

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BOA (BANK OF AMERICA)

Verse 1: This world is hard gotta hustle at ya job, try to be your best I guarantee you go far. Don't waste ya time younging cause you never get it back, I wanted rap so in turn I put my mind to that. Started writing tracks I admit I was wack, but like everything I evolved now I'm crack. They use to turn they back on my music they would front. Now these hunny on my back screaming for me in the front. How high reply now when I tell her jump,I got my money up ill never be no chump. Grind till you lose sleep write till theirs no sheet,
Want rap fame then bruise beats.
If ya got a dream then ya gotta chase It through all these mean streets. Don't listen haters ignore geeks. Make it to the league or watch em ball from  the floor seats.  Own a company and parlay where the boss be.  Dwizzy.

Chrous: Wake up get up haffi mek it for dem bury yo, its time fi stack dollars in yo bank of america. Do you got what it takes? or is your ass gonna break!

Verse 2: It be the ones with no focus that hate the worse. Instead of seeing u doing good they rather see you hurt. They pray and pray hoping soon they see  you inna  hurst. Just know this and move wise avoid their evil curse. Too all my youngins coming up nothing you can't do. Put ya mind to it trust me you go shock you. Don't need no tattoo clean is cool I got you. Put on best suit appearance sells like canned foods.  Hang with wise dudes, true friends stand by you. Fake friends will try to drown you in a bayou. Fake bitches too, avoid em like cats do. Don't need to smash every girl just the fine few. I get blessed every night no "ah -chu". I'd date any type of girl even a fine Jew  Equal treatment for all is what I preach dude. Cause we all one family  different people.

Lyrics:

So Alive (Featuring Will Maier)

Intro: I gotta tell you something.... damn baby.. when i stare in those eyes... i get mesmerized.. YnF

Verse 1: Baby you complete my world and I must admit, every second every moment I'm gone I'm feeling sick. Busy up and down the highways tryna make us rich.I wanna let ya know that you and home is all I miss. Thinking bout that subtle kiss we do that always makes me smile. I'm doing 80 driving safe burning through these miles, I wanna let ya know I'm busy getting dough, no time for chasing hoes I'm all about getting my goals. I'm ghost, in night clubs I'm chilling home with you maybe a concert or two then me and you no group. Different state renting coupes shooting range letting loose, early morning breakfast booths to high nights and champagne flutes. I appreciate the dates when you don't let me spend no loot. Honest truth gold-diggers always get the boot. Never you baby girl you help my dreams come through, letting me know a ladies view to all them dope songs I do.

Chorus (Will Maier): Staring in those eyes,  its makes me feel so alive.

Verse 2: I see you in my future visions of you smiling bright, happy to be in my embrace hugging through the night. After intense sex rough enough to make you buss a couple times ,going wild doggy style to" Bump and Grind". Not Robert Kelly no piss only cum then dip, :-) hit Stubbies up for munchies cruising on the strip. Those bitches stare but I hardly care, future millionaire I see it in my palm soon to be switching lears. In the air, heading anywhere without a care. Pick a place we their my dear no need to fear. We safe in here. I'm good in any hood or the burbs yardies always their. Once mi she mi from Mobay instantly  daps exchange.  Yo boy is made got raised to conquer and amaze. On a island rocking shades with you smoking js, took my j's off to walk the beach while holding hands  telling her my future plans now she want no other man.

Outro: damn baby.. when i stare in those eyes... i get mesmerized. see girl i aint afraid to show my true feelings.. these other boys afriad to show their true side. but i know to get a real girl you gotta show her your true feelings. Yo Zimmi Likkle more mi caan teach yo too much pon one song yo zimmi

Lyrics:

Good To Go

Chorus: This for the grinders out to get the dough, going hard  at life to open up the doors. Those ambitious brothers that are never broke, the chicks first pick cause they know we good to go. Good to go x2 yeah mami we good to go. The chicks first pick cause they know we good to go.

Verse 1: Smart shotta business plans are looking right, now my raps are getting noticed shorties acting nice. I stay smooth summertime drink wine and dine, out late night with my slimes followed by some dimes. It blows my mind how my life changed with time. Just gotta wait ya turn meanwhile you grind.
That same ghetto nigga raised in Mobay, got a chance and moved a broad to learn a new way. what is in my cup Cran and Hennessy  Call it "Crennessy", no more Goose or Aliza. In the club drinking while they stare and hate, mad cause my paper up a brotha getting cake. No more moving weight strictly music dough, stop the guessing if it was so still wouldn't let you know. I leave my house looking fresh from head to toe, before mi touch di road mi mek sure me good to go.

Verse 2: Its my time young fresh reppa with a mill on his mind, hard on his grind no time for no crime. Why pree that all these dimes in the line, my goons stay strapped got they hands on they 9s. Licensed up kill yo ass no time, back to doing shows, throwing bows getting hoes.while yo body rot in a hole growing mold I'm on bet talking life to the globe.repping JA everytime I'm approached.do it for my city Mobay no choke. Bout to take rap and grab that game by the throat, and slam that ass on the flo and take they dough. Screaming YnF floating by on a boat, getting fucking up party live on a coast bout to fuck my bad bitch peace yall I'm ghost.

Lyrics:

Shake It

Chorus: Shake it fa me girl x3, share it fa me x4

Verse 1: How ya doing girl, I really like ya style. Had me staring for a while, just cause the way you smile. I've known ya since a child, those days when I was wild. Running through Jamaica's jungle with some juveniles. I'm all grown now, and I'm aiming for the throne. I'm about to start my reign like Caesar in Rome  Let's have this dance girl this beat is dope let's hit the flo.  She smiled at me and said fasho, then ordered drinks to go.mama body right and she pressing on me, best believe I'm wining too right pon her batty. she impressed that I could dance so then she jumped  on me. Elephant man style now she loving  me. If ya got a huge culo and ya riding solo,then hit the dance flo find a real nigga pronto. A head honcho to beat up congo, Heat it up in the Mourning like Alonzo.

Verse 2: You got everybody staring cause the way you groove. Tic toc like a clock is how her batty move. I wanna dance with you, slow grind on you, when I move you move like Luda do. Don't need to brace against a wall ya know a shotta firm, work ya body out all night and make ya feel the burn. Lessons learned as a youngster will sweat out her perm. I'm the all night king a title hardly earned. Crack a magnum drink it all now its on and popping.  Pull the magnum condom out when her panties dropping. Got da magnum by the bed if her man  pops in.  Black magnum outside rolling like its Gotham  Haters can't stop me ima boss mama, I pull the strings the real out weight the false mama. Shake it fa me drop it low its time to have some fun, I guarantee I stroke it once ya whole body numb.

Verse 3: Girl the way you dancing make me wanna stop and look, stealing all the dudes heart ya jus a crook with looks. Mami get all attention when she hit the room, the type they give to new brides when they meet the groom. Let's go zoom on this spliff trip to the moon, ima star girl my bud be out this world too.  Just do what ya gotta do before ya leave here boo. Its time to call our crew get your girls ill grab my goons. Now we back at my spot its time to turn it up, her batty fat me use backshots fi burn it up. She like the view, now she wanna be all wifed up. Cause my sheets plush shorty heart filled with lust. now she wanna spend the night and move in all her stuff. She say I rhymes  like biggie with the mind of puff.Seeing visions of her daily waking up to me, with no worry in the world financially.

Lyrics:

Get That Money

Chorus: I've made my mind up, to turn my grind up.getting money any means before my times up. (Ima get that money x2).

Verse 1: I turnt my hustle up,more weight my muscle up. No longer running round a pity hustler. disappeared off them blocks on to richer spots. Tired of ducking cops, paranoid constant watch.  Lying all time speaking on the phone in codes. Always rogue. Scheming ways to get my face on vogue. Or how to get up in the game right now I'm underground. I fund my own music trust me that shit cost a pound. Of the best weed you smoke younging no joke. So I grind hard write dope while high from smoke. Cause I'm broke I know I gotta put in overtime, so when its my time to ball I can over-shine  What is mine you can't take dawg be satisfied that's the reason some people make the classifieds. Not me I wait my time doing constant work. Aiming at the top cause a brother came from dirt.

Verse 2: Hardly in the game but my time is coming soon, like a new movie or a bride to her groom. You can say im a fetus in the games womb, constantly growing learning ways to woe a room. I love when the fans cheer and chicks scream.while I'm on stage living out a brothers dream. So DJ pull it up lets get the party buck,get yourself another cup and turn the speakers up.let's get this money dog, no for time honeys dog. Once ya paper long the easier they show they thong. That's why I'm writing songs chasing girl don't get that done. Money always equals ladies do math son. Learned that as a younging from the older dudes, now ill pass it on to you plus one more too.  Keep to yourself unless you really need a crew. Be the richer man the baddest needs
money too.

Verse 3:I need to get this money being broke that shits a joke, what's the point of living life if u can't buy boat. Or even a whip, to take trip because you broke.life always seem harder when somebody poo.
 I take touts then I plan out this money scheme. Ways to get up out the hood, and paths to get my dream. I make sure I gleam people watch me a lot, or come up to me at a show saying I rocked the spot. I wreck the club then flee, back on road again. Heading to another venue getting paper man.

Female promoters love me so they often book me, they say im good looking so they down to pay the money. And my fees aint even low man that goes to show. When you got skills it helps  to look good fasho. And I aint bragging don't believe me then ask ya hoe. You go probably hurt his feeling ma just answer no.

Lyrics:

The One (Featuring Will Maier)

Chorus (Will Maier): Baby girl, I need to know, if your the one, the one for me.
Girl how I love yo body, your smile and yo style drives me crazy

Verse 1: Damn yo body off the chain mama, my new target had to rearrange my aim for ya. So sweet latin chick nicknamed her Goya  Called out, "hey mama  need to holla at cya". She turned around like WTF saw me then fell in lust, just to my luck she liked em dark so instant crush. Said "hi my name is Mark can you spare me a second? I feel compelled to say what's up and ask a couple questions. First you got a man? If so he got a gang? 3rd and final question wanna roll? Just take my hand." Im a different breed ma lion surrounded by lambs, baby girl so hot walk by give brothers tans.

Verse 2: Are you the type I call my wife and spend my whole life with? Or are you the type to let me hit one night and that's it. I hope you recognize this genius guy through those 2 eyes, see the real no lies no need for no made up disguise.I need a boss chick to handle all my business trips,not a stupid chick that bitch all day to buy her shit. a strong conscience chick that aint impressed by cloths and whips. More into raising kids and family than weed and drinks. If you fit the build and walk around in those shoes right,then you could be the one the girl I'm rapping bout tonight. If so then let me know no games this no tic -tac -toe, I only chase the dough, so if you down then let me know.

Lyrics

This For Jamaica

intro: M. Dwizzy on a track...got Jamaica on his back and that's a fact!

Chorus: This for Jamaica, my people stand up. I'm here to show the whole world how we man up.  We been through the worst but still we never break, they underestimate we smile while we lead the race.

Verse 1: The black green and gold my favorite country on this globe. Jamaican pride its time to shock the world come on let's ride. My shottas rolling g, in line like abc, we some sharks advise ya don't swim roun we. live a tough life, but its fun right. Party all night heading home when sun light. Beautiful chick with me that's just my type. Bet her mind right yardie dude is what she likes. Let's head to Mobay where they party all day, or maybe ochay sipping Rum and OJ. Those goons don't play so please don't stray, to a bad part they eat ya like souffle. Its the place I was born so I rep till I'm grey, can't wait till the day the world cup come this way.  And my reggae boys win load the firing pin.  and bust shots in celebration they can hear in Berlin.

Verse 2: I am from the home of fast runners, come in many colors. But we all one people, everybody brothers. Some flew abroad to teach the world about the yardie steez, I jus hope they go with blessings they aint got to sneeze. Fall to my knees pray that everybody find they way, to fulfilll they dream before the day they pass away. I left to get my dream now I'm back to shut it down, and show the world that a yardie shotta rapping now. My people wha gwan, time fi cause storm, on facebook ya status updates quoting marks psalms   M drawn in my palm it attract money, wait till it get it I was born broke that's  never funny. So I do it for my family and the likkle youths, that think can't make it cause they got ghetto roots. Don't believe that shit aim then achieve that g, make ya momma feel proud when she see you B.

Verse 3: A lot of people died tryna find a better way,want a life without guns but they forced to stay. Because the day they put it down then they hood dead, constant bloodshed rival gangs and hot heads.  Ask a don he will tell ya he protect his block, by any means at times its hard to trust a cop. When you grow up in the hood, and you see no good it kinda paints a sad picture.  Like a drama would. The new robin hood, paint me bad although I'm good, misunderstood just because I rep the hood. I got mind my right didn't waste my time in school, so thing twice before ya take this yardie for a fool. Learned the rules to the game just before I played, so I don't have to deal with dumps being all in my way. Dodge em all to the top travelling non-stop, on the road to success I pray I never flop.