Badness

Done know how the thing go Oh, oh Straight First thing Mama tell me say, me born special And fi that dem rather waan see me suffer Just like they did to Jesus See dem kill him in front him own mother Look wha' Cain do to Abel (yeah man) And the two a dem was brother How me fi trust another Won't even trust me shadow The crime rate keep running up God and gun a my only luck Fuck all a who waan see the Ras' fall One bag a gun wul me up (suck your mother) Right now me hot like (hahaha) Nah mek dem cool me off Try run in inna me spotlight (seen) Rifle shot fold dem up Some are wise and some otherwise But a one shot close dem eyes Really (really) Badness Nah gi' dem, no other dime Man a full dem up a dolla coin Ride off on wheelie (wheelie) The brawlers gun related Lef' bwoy grung related White like [?] So dem bone white Hey Bumbohole mussi think say badness can't stop Or your skin too though fi .45 shot And inna your head the marrow drop inna your lap Tough, one inna your mouth a better seh you 'top chat Pussy stop tek badness to SnapChat Spanish Town road stingers to ratback The brawlers put a rifle a every hotspot Lef de murder rate higher than any crack spot Tell dem badness can't stop again Straight copper dem Kill dem, flowers haffi plant up a dem Dem no bad a song, grasshopper dem Body stink, yo na see the place raas hot again The crime rate keep running up God and gun a my only luck Fuck all a who waan see the Ras' fall One bag a gun wul me up (yeah man) Right now me hot like (hahaha) Nah mek dem cool me off Try run in inna me spotlight Rifle shot fold dem up Inna badness a one way in go tell dem no way out De rifle dem lock man mek we hear dem out We no buy box a shot, dem haffi wait dem out The rifle dem love, dem could a hear dem shout Stink in the morning, when jancrow a fly don't think gawling Funeral again and people bawling, but Say da gyal go call him Sun down till dust up, a so the thing dem a bust up Finger 'pon the trigger that a touch up, mash up Mini 14 lef' you crush up Wen yo see de red pon bwoy shirt a no Ketchup The crime rate keep running up God and gun a my only luck Fuck all a who waan see the Ras' fall One bag a gun wul me up (you mad, you seen) Right now me hot like Nah mek dem cool me off Try run in inna me spotlight Rifle shot fold dem up Some are wise and some otherwise But a one shot close dem eyes Really (really) Badness Nah gi' dem, no other dime Man a full dem up a dolla coin Ride off on wheelie