chorus: man a bad man and man nuh mingle wid nuh rodman and if yuh dis di program yuh is a dead man either by a shot or yuh hang jah jah ranks pass mi m-i (repeat)
verse 1: (niggers bleed jus like us) picture me being fraid of a bwoy weh bus di same gun as me (niggers bleed jus like us) picture me being fraid to defend my life a g.p (niggers bleed jus like us) picture me run away from a fight a some bwoy mussy bright [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/cIV ] (niggers bleed jus like us) picture me being fraid fi lock off a bwoy life like a light willie haffi squeeze the desert es better yuh ease nigger leave well gun shot a surround yuh like breeze well copper shot a tek a bwoy like bees caan believe, yuh hear mi steve, bad man just get grieve and sing seh
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verse 2: well fi live dung ainna di jungle yuh haffi have whole heap a skill yuh haffi tek a lot a chill pill to kill well big up all di man dem from warricka hill, hill, hill what is my favourite attack when mi dress up in a mi frock wid mi wig pon mi head, sixteen over back bragga dagga dagga da twenty five body drop but mr. ria, mr. squire, bredda nia, bad man a flex like vampire mi wi shot dung a bwoy and nyam him liver but first the d.j haffi utter
verse 3: weh yuh think all my guns are for forty-five in control jus to explode on a bwoy soul time changing things re-arranging more guns bussing more man dying from back in the days of pure mass murdering well everyday yuh hear another likkle youth gone and another m-16 man born man plant peas and waan reap corn what a gwaan, what a gwaan