Me say, Lord I’m helpless I cant sleep I got corns on my foot and my foot feel weak I come home this morning 10 past 3 My girlfriend up inna me ears, she just nagging me I get well mad & I get crazy No through I catch her inna me pocket a thief my money Me just, go for me knife immediately and start to gwaan like Jeffrey Dahmer from Millwaukee
Badman original, badman no fake Burn a fire pon a fool if him love imitate Thief the star pattern & a gwaan like you great But a death when me buck the little punk face to face Lord he’s helpless, the punk cant sleep Fire we a burn under the informer feet Just come from prison, get parole last week Yet still a Rawhill a turn on the heatNow watch me stand up inna da dance Watch the fassy dem a penny me But me done know nuff a dem, dem a frenemy X-amount a shotta line up beside me Big gun pop off now you know where to find me YEH, what a tragedy, big big calalmity But still me family safe, like a group 4 security Wifey love me, wish she coulda double me So when me gone a road, she still could a cuddle me…
Watch how we tek it to the next level, Where me know say nuff a da bwoy dem out there cant trouble. Hit tune a road & we sit down pon couple Try help you out, you insist you want struggle Bruk up the whole a dem & leave a big pile of rubble Now me have to leave you, mek you drop down inna da hole No bother accuse me chattin about the Navi cold A you, & you alone, have total control So make sure you achieve you goals
Big argument, bruking out in a the morning Big argument, thru me hurt all she feelings Big argument & she naa feel me reasoning Everything me try but she just not dealing Well me couldn’t really vex, Me couldn’t really screw A liberty a tek, when a respect shoulda due Well things a get sticky me say just like a glue Police kick off me door, a me dem want to interview.
Dem a beg we fe stop it After you start, now we a go finish Me no give a damn, me response diminish Instead a trouble we, gwaan go play with the traffic Wanna be like we, but we know you have it No profile like a fake, bust we things legit When you hear the warning, bwoy you better watch it So when me tell you this, do not forget it Or else things could a end up tragic
Well a so the Rawhill have punk mad inna mind Approach up front, we no come from behind None of unu cant hide, any punk we a go find So no bother ramp with any cru of mine. Well, punks cant sleep dem think a dem time Close dem eyelid, all them see is the sign And all dem hear is the church bell a chime Now you paying you debt to mankind, watch the ride Yo!
Badman original, badman no fake Burn a fire pon a fool if him love imitate Thief the star pattern & a gwaan like you great But a death when me buck the little punk face to face Lord he’s helpless, the punk cant sleep Fire we a burn under the informer feet Just come from prison, get parole last week Yet still a Rawhill a turn on the heat