Bad 2 Tha Bone Lyrics & Chords By D Double E

OH my woooord
Hold tight SX
Big up all the stay fresh mandem
Oh my gooosh
Biduh bup bup
Biduh bup bup
Man's on the microphone
Bad to the bidah bidah
Bad to the microphone
Bad to the phone
Listen to my lyircal tone
In the microphone
Man'a bad to the biduh biduh
Bad to the microphone
Bad to the biduh biduh
Bad to the microphone
Bad to the bone
Listen to my lyrical tone
Listen to my
Cuz... Cuz...
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
What does that equal, blud imitator
If you deny that blud youre a hater
I can hear your styles 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 make you do me a favour
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
That's when ya get a flight back to Jamaica
Yeah I'mma typewriter, punching out lines just like a typewriter
Don't feel you cos you're not my type of writer
Tinks he's heavy but really you're lighter
You're shit plus, furthermore you're a writer
Without your friend you ain't really a fighter
You're just shitting in the diaper
That's why man don't lay you down with the sighter
Gonna send for the young with the little bike rider
(???)Send him on a mission to do a score diver (???)
Tell him to lick shots, to use a diver
Let's see (wh)oo comes out a survivor
(???)Show you all the East,
Ever young coz I ride 'er(???)
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 dont 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 haven't got no balls
You're a pussyo blood you ain't got no balls
Swimming in the deepest end of the pool
Get compp in the deepest end of the tool if you fuck around with the mandem you fool
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 fuck around with the dirtee stank
I'l come around with a dirty shank
Ready for the war like 30 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 dont care), I don't care if you come with ya gyally (I don't care)
Cos I'm still gonna pull out the strally (Yeah)
And that's just to make an impression
Im going to give your whole crew the impression the wars 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?
Man a be stepping like the gears of the war
And we got mashed like the gears of the war
Think its a game like street fighter 4, what you think they call man the street fighter for?
Man a be stepping like the gears of the war
And we got mashed like gears of the war
It smells a bit warry
Dont watch that cos I'm in the war to
Ready to kick off a world war too
With the generals behind ready fi da war too
Too warry
Dont watch that cos I'm in the war to
Ready to kick off a world war too
With the generals behind ready fi da war too
It smells a bit warry blood
Heard you wanna war me blood
What happened when you saw me blood
It was a whole different story blood
You didn't wanna war, you ignored me blood
What happened to the plans you had for me blood
All this talk about boring, you're gonna be the one thats pourin' blood
Do you really wanna see it get, gory blud
Ive heard all these different storys blud
Its too late for sorry, get found in the back of a lorry
So allow the tool show it ain't morry
You can't hold me back from glory blud
If I was you I'd worry, I'l 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 a kick out the door
Into a whip that nobody's whore
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
Lets split this ting and a get my half
Everyone gets P's or my stuff
Super dupe OOOH OOOH
Dirtee t, thats me me
Budebutbut lyrical Super dupe OOOH OOOH
Dirtee t, that's me me
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