Bad 2 Tha Bone
D Double E
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Oh my word Hold tight SX Big up all the StayFresh mandem Oh my gosh Budebutbut, budebutbut Man on the microphone bad to the badabada Man on the microphone, bad to the bone Listen to my lyrical tone On the microphone, man are bad to the badabada Man on the microphone bad to the badabada Bad on the microphone bad to the bone Listen to my lyrical tone Listen to my, cause, cause I think I need pen and paper Think it time to bun another faker Do me an 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 Might do my own be making my paper Papapa, blud, I beg you do me a favor Don't be slipping, blud, I will take ya Don't be sleeping, blud, I will wake ya Then send you straight to your maker (straight back) I wanna get a flight back to Jamaica Yeah, I'm a tight writer Punching out lines just like a typewriter Don't feel you cos you're not my type of writer Think seh you're heavy but really you're lighter You're shit plus, furthermore you're a writer (you're shit, blud) Without your friend you ain't really a fighter (you're not on this ting) You're just shitting in the diaper That's why man don't lay you down with the sighter Gonna send for the younger, the likkle bike rider Send him on a mission, give him a score, 'diva Tell him to lick shots, to use a diver Let's see who comes out a survivor Show ya, the E's eva young as a writer Young baby father, still a provider P's in the pocket and everything's lighter To put a couple shells inside ya Du du du du don't let me get old school Just like a builder me carry those 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 ain't got no balls You're a pussyhole, blud, you ain't got no balls Swimming in the deepest end of the pool Get comp' in the deepest end of the tool If you f*ck around with the mandem you'll fall Just like the twin towers you'll fall Me got the most towers overall Man will send your head-top over the wall If you try f*ck around with the Dirtee Stank I'll come around with a dirty shank Ready for the war like thirty 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 don't care) I don't care if you come with ya gyally (I don't care) 'Cause I'm still gonna pull out the strally (yeah) And that's just to make an impression I'm going to 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? Mandem is stepping like the gears of the war And we got mashed like the gears of the war Think it's a game like Street Fighter 4 What you think they call man the street fighter for? Mandem is stepping like the gears of the war And we got mashed like gears of the war It smells a bit warry Don't watch that 'cause the man ah war too Ready to kick off a World War 2 With the generals behind ready fi da war too, too warry Don't watch that 'cause the man ah war too Ready to kick off a World War 2 With the generals behind ready fi da war too It smells a bit warry, blud I heard you wanna bore 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 this talk about boring You're gonna be the one that's pourin' blood Do you really wanna see it get gory, blud? I've heard all these different storys blud It's too late for sorry, get found in the back of the lorry So lowe the tool show it ain't morry You can't hold me back from glory, bud 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 everything, everything 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 ah 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 ah get my half Everyone gets P's or my stuff Super dupe ooh, ooh Dirtee T, that's me me Budebutbut lyrical Super dupe ooh, ooh Dirtee T, that's me me Budebutbut
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Written by: Darren Jason Dixon, Sam Andrew Gumbley
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