Mavado, Jahmiel - Badness lyrics

Dun know how di ting 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 madda)
Right now me hot like (Ha, ha, ha)
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 and wheelie (Ooh, yeah, wheelie)

The brawlers gun related
Lef' bwoy grung related
White like candelighted so dem bone white
Hey
Bumbohole mussi think say badness can't stop
Or your skin too tough fi 45 shot
And inna your head them rather
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 top a dem
Dem no bad a song, grasshopper dem
Body stink
Yo na see the place rass 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 (Ha, ha, ha)
Nah mek dem cool me off
Try run in inna me spotlight
(A true how wi deal widdi badness)
Rifle shot fold dem up

Inna badness a one way in go
Tell dem no way out
Di rifle dem lock man mek we hear dem out
We no buy box a shot, dem haffi wear dem out
The rifle dem love
Dem could a hear dem shout
Stink in the morning
When jancrow 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 lef' you crush up
Wen yo see de red pon
Bwoy shirt anuh ketchup, uh

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
(Do di maths, you seet)
Right now me hot like
Nah mek 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
Nah gi' dem, no other dime
Man a full dem up a dolla coin
Ride off and wheelie (Ooh, yeah, wheelie)
(Ride off and wheelie)