D Double E - Bad 2 Tha Bone (Woo Riddim) lyrics

[Intro] Oh my word Hold tight SX Big up all the StayFresh mandem Oh my gosh [Verse] 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 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 Cause 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 Thinking you're heavy but really you're lighter You're sh** plus, furthermore you're a writer Without your friend you ain't really a fighter You're just sh**ting 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 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 p**yo 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 f** 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** 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 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? Man a be 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? 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 Don't 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 bore 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 that's pourin' blood Do you really wanna see it get, gory blood Ive heard all these different storys blood 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 blood 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 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 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