Badness
Mavado, Jahmiel
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Don't know how the thing go
Oh, woah
Straight
First thing
Mama tell me say, me born special
And if that dem rather want see me suffer
Just like they did to Jesus
See dem kill him in front him own mother
Look what 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 want see the Ras fall
One bag a gun hold me up (suck your mother)
Right now, me hot like (hahaha)
Nuh make dem cool me off
Try run een 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
Nuh give dem no other dime
Man a full dem up a dollar coin
Ride off on wheelie (wheelie)
The brawlers gun related
Left bwoy grung related
White like candlelighted
So dem bone white, hey
Bombohole mussi think say badness can't stop
Or your skin too tough fi .45 shot
And inna your head the marrow drop inna your lap
Though, one inna your mouth, a better say you top chat
Pussy stop take badness to Snapchat
Spanish Town road stingers to ratpack
The brawlers put a rifle at every hotspot
Left the murder rate higher than any crack spot
Tell dem badness can't stop again, straight copper dem
Kill dem, flowers haffi plant top a dem
Dem no bad a song, grasshopper dem
Body stinking, you nuh see the place raas hot again (haha)
The crime rate keep running up
God and gun a my only luck
Fuck all a who want see the Ras fall
One bagga gun hold me up (yeah, man)
Right now, me hot like (hahaha)
Nuh make dem cool me off
Try run in inna me spotlight (watch how we deal with the place, man)
Rifle shot fold dem up
Inna badness, a one way in, go tell dem no way out
The rifle dem lock man, make we hear dem out
We no buy box-a-shot, dem haffi wear dem out
The rifle dem loud, dem couldn't hear dem shout
Stink in the morning
When Jon Crow a fly, don't think a gawling
Funeral again and people bawling, but
Send a 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 left you crush up
When you see the red pon bwoy shirt a no ketchup, huh
The crime rate keep running up
God and gun a my only luck
Fuck all a who want see the Ras fall
One bag a gun hold me up (do the maths, you'll see it)
Right now, me hot like
Nuh make dem cool me off (watch)
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
Nuh give dem no other dime
Man a full dem up a dollar coin
Ride off on wheelie (wheelie)
(Ride off on wheelie)