Bad 2 tha Bone

Oh my at woooord Hold tight S-X Big up all the stay fresh mandem Oh my gooosh Bidda bup bup Bidda bup bup Man's on the microphone Bad to the bidda bidda Bad to the microphone Bad to the bone Listen to my lyrical tone In the microphone Manna bad to the bidda bidda Bad to the microphone Bad to the bidda bidda Bad to the microphone Bad to the bone Listen to my lyrical tone Listen to my Cos... cos... I think I need pen and paper Think it time to bun another faker Too many MC turn translator Mix my data with their data But what does that equal, blud, imitator If you deny that blud you're a hater I can hear your style's getting baiter Don't you know that I'm the originator Do my ting on the road medicator Serving food but I ain't no waiter Minding my own B— making my paper Pa-pa-pa blud I beg you do me a favour Don't be slipping blud I will take ya Don't be sleeping blud I will wake ya Then send you straight back to your maker That's when ya get a flight back to Jamaica Yeah I'mma typewriter, punching out lines just like a typewriter Don't feel you cos you're not my type of writer Tinks say you're heavy but really you're lighter You're shit plus, furthermore you're a biter Without your friend you ain't really a fighter You're just shitting in the diaper That's why man don't leng you down with the sighter Gonna send for the younger the likkle bike rider Send him on a mission give him score diver Tell him to lick shots, to use a diver Let's see who comes out a survivor? Show you how the East 7 youngers a ride-ah Young baby farda, still a provider P's in the pocket then everyting's live-ah To put a couple shells inside ya Da da da da don't let me get old skool Just like a builder we carry no tools Like a sport without no rules Mandem are running without no balls And man are getting injured kicked in the balls You and your team haven't got no balls You're a pussy'ole blud you ain't got no balls Swimming in the deepest end of the pool Get conked with the deepest end of the tool If you fuck around with the mandem you fall Just like the twin towers you'll fall We got the most towers overall Man will send your head-top over the wall If you try fuck around with the dirtee stank I'll come around with a dirty shank Ready for the war like 30 tanks (I'm ready) I'm chilling in the alley, holding a leng on my lap and I'm ready to put on the bally, no dilly dally You'll be a memory like Camdem Pally I don't care if you come with a couple man (I dont care), I don't care if you come with ya gyally (I don't care) Cos I'm still gonna pull out the strally (Yeah) And that's just to make an impression I'm gonna give your whole crew depression the War's not done this is the first session I'm a big man I'm no adolescent So I'm gonna show man and teach man a lesson Turn this into a western With a Smith & Wesson glove There's no print on the weapon love get none of that round this section That Street Fighter 4 What you think they call man the street fighter for? Manna be stepping like the Gears of the War And we got mash like the Gears of the War Think its a game like Street Fighter 4, what you think they call man the street fighter for? Man be stepping like the Gears of the war And we got mash like gears of the war It smells a bit War-ree Don't watch that cos I'm in the war too Ready to kick off a world war too With the generals behind ready fi da war too Too War-ree Don't watch that cos I'm in the war too Ready to kick off a world war too With the generals behind ready fi da war too It smells a bit War-ree, blud I heard you wanna war me blud? What happened when you saw me blud? It was a whole different story, blud You didn't wanna war, you ignored me blud What happened to the plans you had for me blud? All that talk about boring, you're gonna be the one thats pourin' blood Do you really wanna see it get gory, blud I've heard all these different stories, blud It's too late for sorry, get found in the back of a lorry So 'llow the talk show it ain't Maury You can't hold me back from glory, blud If I was you I'd worry, I'll make you move somewhere down Surrey And I'm just generally speaking, close your mouth when the General is speaking Don't let me catch the enemy when he sleeping, take everyting everyting I'm keeping All of your food and P I'm eating, you get left with your head-top leaking Before you can get to the leng you are reaching for, man a kick out the door Into a whip that nobody saw I got your P, Leng and goodies Man overly blacked out in hoodies And we're parked up smoking zoogies Thinking "Could he survive that, could he?" Nah, we're just having a laugh Let's split this ting and a get my half Everyone gets P's all my staff Super dupe OOAH OOAH Dirtee tee, that's me me Bidda bup bup lyrical super dupe OOAH OOAH Dirtee tee, that's me me Bidda bup bup